Dragoncrest Cliffs anatomy of a tidal wave

One minute she is cloud watching and the next there is a torrential downpour soaking into her fur, and chilling her skin. 

Tirgatao gathers herself up quickly and bolts for the relative cover of the towering redwoods. Still, even beneath their impressive boughs, a few rogue drops crash down onto her and one even connects square on the muzzle. She snorts, shakes her head, and pins her ears only to collect herself and speed onward in the direction of the caverns. For as much as she loved the rain she wasn't terribly fond of looking and feeling like a drowned rat. She had standards, after all.

A howl broke through the deafening roar of the storm as she neared the lake and as she rounded the bend, none other than Heda came into view. Her ears immediately flipped forward (spraying a few drops across her nose) out of curiousity only to settle back against her sodden mane. A summer squall was nothing to be concerned about, really, but she was glad that Thuringwethil thought to take count of their number all the same. It was what made her not just a good leader, but an excellent one.

Tirgatao chuffed and stretched her nose out to lick the underside of Heda's chin should she welcome the advance. She then waved her tail in a couple slow sweeps, "Guess we were due for a storm." She remarked with an amused quirk of her lips.