Little Goat Mountain darling, don't be afraid I have loved you

Casmir veered towards the hazy sillouette of trees, and Laika followed, hot on his heels. Each breath was ragged and felt lake daggers upon her throat, and all she could hear was thunder, lightning, the blood pumping in her ears, and more thunder. A low whimper escaped her as Casmir dove for cover beneath the cope and she followed.

One blind step after another lead her to her mate as she crashed into him for warmth and security. The branches above them swayed dangerously and the trees creeked and screeched from the prying claws of the wind. She shivered beneath him, but almost immediately felt warmer, her brain clearing to think properly. He truely was her rock. She looked about to find something more stable to hide under. Even beneath these trees, the rain found her coat and soaked her skin. A boulder, a cliff, anything! But there was nothing in sight.