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It was the first real hard rain of the spring season, coming only days after his return to the Plateau from the fiasco of a visit to Blackfeather Woods. Though Mordecai was healing, he found the tenderness in his body led to a certain restlessness. It led to more than just that, as a certain uncomfortable sensation of suddenly being useless had overtaken him once a degree of clarity had returned to him. Blue Willow had done a fair job of patching him up, though he couldn't have saw for himself that well. Those wolves had done a real number to him, but Mordecai was confident that he would heal in time.

Not one to entire tuck himself away in order to do so, the tawny Ostrega found himself in the middle of the rainstorm, thoroughly soaked and for a real change, probably the closest to truly clean he had been since the weather had changed. He walked an even path through the woodland, still bare from the passage of winter. But it would not be bear for long, as the warmer weather had begun to prompt the return of various greenery to the terrain. The grass was perhaps the most vibrant of these things, he realized. It was nice, knowing that the worst of winter was now well behind them.

A clap of thunder rang out distantly, seemingly rolling through the clouds as the winds shifted. He paused in the open canopy of the forest, bringing his gaze upward for a moment to listen to it as it rumbled on. Yes, spring was most certainly here.

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