Meadowlark Prairie Have you come here to play Jesus

"Oh, I am sorry, I didn't notice you before," Osprey returned in a tone that expressed both surprise of finding out someone around here and a bit of genuine regret for causing any trouble. A gust of wind brought her the female's scent, which seemed strangely familiar, which was very confusing, because she had definitely not met this person in her life before. Yet somehow she was convinced that she had to know. 

"Just seeking shelter from the storm - I will be gone, once it calms down a little," she explained and just then lightening striked a nearby tree, tearing a long wound right down to the bottom, tossing pieces of bark and wood everywhere. The scent of burning hit her nostrils and she drew back her ears in fear. This brought back unpleasant memories, even though with the amounts of rain whipping the ground mercilessly, she doubted that there was any danger of a forest - fire. 

"I think we are here for a longer time," she turned to the stranger and smiled apologeticcaly.