Dawnlark Plains ladybits

Her route home was interrupted by a localized storm. The timing was poor.

There weren't many places to hide on the plains, but Bazi eventually found a tree to shelter under. It was stooped and old, tired from many years spent competing with the surrounding grass. Bazi would still emerge soaked, but she liked to pause when it rained. Something about not wanting to slip down a hole and die.

It was barely past noon, but the cloud cover made it seem much later than that. As predicted, it began to rain, and Bazi shuffled closer to her tree trunk as the heavens let loose upon the earth. Her children were still feeding, and leaving them alone for too long caused Bazi to swell uncomfortably and become tender. She glanced around for any signs of wolves in the grass, then hiked her hind leg up and seized one of her own teats. Since becoming a mother, Bazi's sense of shame had taken a beating. Needs must.

idk, seemed funny in my head