Lake Rodney fine young cannibals

located on the southwest edge of the massive lake rodney, heading north.

 

by midnight a spring rain was making hasty work of the temperate rainforest around her. the tiny pitter-patter of the rain falling to earth was a mild comfort, something new to focus on that eased the burden of living alone for a few minutes. if there had been enough light - or say, daylight - then the entirety of the forest's fringe would have been made to look waxy and fertile; as it was, juria could see no discernible difference between the wet ground or the dry. it was too dark even for the stars, which had been hidden behind moody clouds all day - and now there was a fine mist of rain to obscure things further.

it did not seem to alter juria's spirits any further than the earlier hours. she still moved with her lumbering pace. her head was still low-slung between her arching shoulder blades. her pelt was sopping wet along the top line by this point, and had taken on a shadowcast nature because of the intensity of the night. she plucked her way carefully along on her search for somewhere dry and safe to bed for the night. when she took a step and was met by the strange sensation of deep water she recoiled like a cat, and looked sharply with her lantern eyes towards the soil.

what she thought had been dirt was actually a divot on the side of a lake. how blind could she be to miss an entire lake? even the sound of the rain was different here; she hadn't realized that the forest had thinned out further, nor that the blackness of what lay in front of her was actually the sprawling lake rodney. there was nobody to tell her these things - so to juria, it was just a big stupid lake and it was in her way.

she shook off her paw as if there was something more volatile upon it than water. the look of utter dislike she cast towards the endless blackness of the water was quite chilled, and it seemed to even bother the lakefront - a small breeze caught upon the fluid and made it tremble, bringing slight awareness until the rain was pulled with it, and juria ducked away from the fresh curve of the water.

she huffed, frustrated, and began to plot a course through touch alone - any time her paws hit wetness she would lurch over a step or two, until she had veered along the lake's immense coast and was heading properly north.