Heron Lake Plateau cruisin' through the alley

There was just too much damn water.

Everywhere Fiadh went, there was more water. The lake was obvious from a distance, but the wetlands surrounding it were much less so. More than once she'd padded into a clump of grass that hid a sizable puddle. She'd been lucky to avoid the muddier parts of the territory, but as she picked her way across unfamiliar ground to where the summons had originated, Fiadh fell into at least half a dozen clear puddles. By the time she reached Tegan and Clover, she was soaked and her fur was slicked to her body.

"This place stinks," she grumbled as she sat down and began to meticulously groom her belly. Lucca was already there, too. She kept one ear cocked expectantly toward her brother and sister as she moved on to a soggy forelimb; they must have something planned. Maybe it was a way to make the territory a little more bearable. (Of course, summer would do that by drying a lot of it out, but what are seasons?)