Swiftcurrent Creek when the skies are grey

Bluebird did not mind water. Bluebird did not mind anything. Really, at this point, she existed. She had no desires, no anything... she had wanted to strike out on her own but... now what? She simply moves, from place to place, without any real idea of a destination or arriving somewhere. It matters not to her where she ends up...

But, in the end, she arrives before a wolf with their face to the Heavens. Bluebird tilts her head, one ear falling flat as the other remains perked. It... it's going to storm, she murmurs, sure the other knows this. But why did she not seek to escape it?