Greatwater Lake on love, on life

The scent of petrichor was abundant, and Rannoch watched as rain poured. He had just begun his scouting when the sky had suddenly opened up and quickly found himself searching for something entirely different than what he had initially intended: shelter. The refuge was sought underneath the lush canopy of a nearby oak. He shook himself once he was protected, attempting the rid his thick pelt of the rain it had gathered in his brief jaunt in the downpour. 

Once Rannoch was satisfied he sat, unsure of how long he'd be stranded due to the downpour. Spring had allowed the large wolf to grow accustomed to traveling when it was drizzling, but, the current conditions were far from the gentle droplets that occasionally accompanied him on his excursions. 

He reclined against the trunk of the tree as he embraced the simplicity of the moment. Since returning from beyond the Teekons Rannoch's life had been filled by the liveliness that his life had lacked. He appreciated and loved the company he had gained since returning, but he didn't get much time to himself anymore. Keeping to the laws that he and his brothers had implemented, he traveled in numbers with the members of the makeshift pack. Being constantly surrounded often left Rannoch with the yearning to break away for the moment and breathe. The spontaneous storm seemed to be the perfect opportunity to do just that. 

Focusing on nothing, in particular, Rannoch watched the surface of the lake as the rain fell, indulging in the bliss that this quiet moment brought him.