Bearclaw Valley Like a rushing waterfall

The rain was torrential – the lightning painted the sky in brilliant hues. Vega would have been transfixed if she had not come upon Bearclaw Valley, but already her thoughts had trailed to Scarlett and the puppies she had met only days earlier. A storm had darkened her own ebony features – it seemed every time she joined a pack, destruction would follow her.
 
Nimble upon her paws, the newcomer came to the sight of the den, her pelt soaked, but her eyes vivid. Raziel was here – and the family was walking out of the den, the waters rising quickly. She quickened her pace, slinking forward with her ears splayed to her skull in deference to the regal male of the land. Each adult had a cub in their mouth to aide, but Vega chose to take up the rear of the group, hoping to keep the two walking children safe from the waters that sloshed across their home. Her gaze sought her leaders, but she made no word – resolute in her duty, and her worry hidden.