Redhawk Caldera I am not a hero.

A chilly rain began to fall during Towhee's patrol. She ignored it at first, though eventually the shivering young wolf retreated beneath a tree near the borders to wait out the rain shower. As she busied herself with licking the moisture from her pelt, she reflected on her various guardianship feats as of late: her constant vigilance during their visitors' stay; her slaying of the strange wolf robbing their caches; and her recent dispatch of a fox threatening the pups, to name a few. She straightened up with a groan, coat more damp than wet now, and arrived at a conclusion.

She waited patiently for the icy October rain to cease. The moment it passed, she rose onto all fours, gave herself a shake, and resumed her interrupted patrol. As she walked, she lifted her muzzle into the cool, wet air and howled for @Elwood or @Finley but hopefully both.