Dragoncrest Cliffs songs about rain

Wildfire fidgeted where she sprawled on the cool stone floor, her right temple aching dully as if in memoriam. Every so often, a subtle shudder passed through her, like ice in her spine, shivering her flanks. She didn't like caves, even airy ones like Hougeda, but she liked them least of all during stormy weather. It brought back stark, panicky memories of that blustery July night when she had lost all sense of space and time. It was a wonder she and her brother hadn't gotten lost down there, entombed, never to see the light of day again.

She blinked when her mate's tongue touched her face. She turned her head to nudge the commander's cheek but did not speak. Her amber eyes traveled over the slumbering pups, then lifted in the direction of the nearest doorway. The light could hardly be called that; everything was a dark, gloomy gray. Wildfire took a breath, licked her lips a little nervously, then glanced back at Thuringwethil.