Silver Creek And moth-like stars were flickering out

For three days, it rained steadily. For the first two days, Saena hid herself away in an overhang near the creek-side, leaving only to hunt and relieve herself, but on the third day, she could hide no longer. There were things that needed doing and she could no longer stand to lay in gloom and let herself go stir crazy. She needed to move. She needed to provide. And, more than anything, she needed to distract herself from thoughts of her offspring and whether she would ever see them again or not, and the crazy plan taking root in her brain to march out and retrieve them herself.

She shook herself as she came free of the dirt and stone, but there was no need of it, for soon the downpour doused her and any debris that clung to her was surely washed away. It was refreshing and yet it was almost too much. Saena walked for what felt like half an hour, squinting through the rain that penetrated the woodland canopy, before she sought refuge beneath a particularly large tree. Hunting was too difficult in the rain. The scent trails ran like water and everything seemed so willy-nilly that trying to track one thing was like trying to catch smoke.

With a harrumph, she sat down to watch the creek swell, showering the undergrowth with water from her thick pelt.