Northstar Vale Here comes the rain again

Movement outside the pine canopy caught her attention, and she lifted her head, staring into the dim light ahead. Something was out there, pacing in the rain. Qamar inhaled and found the scent of a wolf, unaffiliated with any pack, and relaxed.

She was unwilling to leave her forest shelter and venture out into the rain, so she stayed put, resting her head back down on her paws. She made no motion to call out to the wolf. If they passed on, they passed on. Her silvery fur provided poor camouflage in the wet darkness, so if they ventured into her shelter, they would find her. Let them come, thought Qamar drowsily, stifling a yawn.