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Just realized how contrived this post is lol

Rain. Again.

Rain was good, ecologically. Who knew what the summer would hold for them all? A few more good spring torrents could make the ground damp enough to lessen the threats of wildfire. But rain could also be a danger on top of an annoyance. Floods, for one. Insects for another. So Orson scowled as she looked up at the sky. smelling the damp already permeating the air.

She hurried to the grove of trees she saw in the distance, eager to find some shelter before the rain came to ruin her day again. But, it would not be so easy. Fuck, she hissed. Wolf-scent dominated the area. It was not strong enough to be a complete deterrent for her, but she became cautious, crouching down and moving into the wind as best she could. It was awkward however since the wind would be pushing her out of the grove rather than in or adjacent. She decided to push forward anyway, her muscles tense and ready to flee if need be.

In another unfortunate event, she practically stumbled into the woman skinning a rabbit, so caught off guard that she could only mutter a Ah, hello, in greeting.