Northstar Vale Here comes the rain again

"I'm Qamar. Nice to meet you, Hollow."

She noticed his glance up to the sky, barely peeking through canopy of the tree tops above. "I don't think it's going away for a while."

Which she supposed was a good thing. A nice deluge would aid in getting the new generation of greenery up and blooming, replacing their older, locust-destroyed counterparts. And with new plants came new prey, then perhaps the herds would return. . .

She shook her head, clearing those idealistic thoughts. One day at a time. "What brings you to Teekon?" Qamar asked the black wolf, her voice intrigued.