Dawnlark Plains Rain or Shine (III)

The other wolf's voice carried over the din of storm, and Nanook turned her gaze from the rain - if that was even what the great wall of water was. Recognition dawned on her, but only in visual memory. Somewhere swam the elder's name, but for the moment, it was lost on her.

Curiosity pricked her skin at the elder's question, and she felt the urge to draw closer to both the alpha and the storm. Yet Nanook remained in place. She'd come out here to be alone, and that stubborn conviction held her tight. Yet the drumming of the rainstorm held her the same, and the growing need to figure out the meaning of the great water wall kept her from turning away.

Slowly, she canted her head, a question in itself. "I don't know what it is." She had seen her share of rain, even the storm that tore away their den, but Nanook had never seen clouds or rain like this before, where the torrent scored a line in the air and turned only half the field into mud and sopping grass.