Swiftcurrent Creek Sting like a bee

Jace was out patrolling doing the best he could to make sure he followed the directions the older male Warden Njal had given him. Not to mention he was just about irritated to the bone with all the wolves and coyotes and others encroaching on the land. It was infuriating to say the least the wound on his shoulder now more of a scratch than anything irritated him too. As is with most youth he had been conscious of a pelt that bore no marring.

As he loped along the rain came sluicing down and he lifted blue eyes gaze heavenward as it came pelting pell mell to land on his coat, soaking him to the skin. He ran and took cover under the trees to realize he was not alone. He tilted his face adn nodded his head in greeting towards Njal Hello sir.