The Heartwood bromeliaceae

The gloomy sky seemed to match the landscape, as Howl came through the Heartwoods. All around him were trees, grass and shrubs that had been burnt down long ago. Only a few trees stood providing little shelter for Howl. So much so that he didn't bother trying to stay out of the rain. I hadn't gotten to the point where the rain was unbearable or uncomfortable for Howl, and it actually felt soothing. Howl hadn't stopped traveling in a long while. Traveling from one end of the wilds to the other.

So Howl went strolling slowly through the rain as a passive rest. But as he went strolling through the remains of the woods a figure came into fiew. Another wolf. Howl shook off his fur not that it did much since it was rains, then began to walk up to this wolf and asked. "How are you doing? Are you a fan of the rain?"