Bearclaw Valley omen

Set the day before the BWP.

Something out of the ordinary was about to happen. Sesi could sense it well in advance of visual clues, and it made her cranky and difficult to deal with. Whatever it was, this thing in the air, it was a disruption to her Eat, Shit, Sleep routine, and the silvery pup was not known to welcome change with grace and a smile. In time, her sensitivity to it would serve her well - already, she possessed a knack for seeing things as they were.

She stalked towards the light of the exit on unsteady limbs, mewling and spitting at the Unknown Thing the had no body and no face. Someone needed to do something about the peculiar quality of the air that was pressing in on her from all sides.