Overture Downs if memory serves

That light drizzle was soon accompanied by strong gusts of wind and a powerful rain-fall. As an experienced hunter Sarah had sensed that nothing good would come of her going outside the hollow now, but she had just enough naive hope that, perhaps, her inner barometer was wrong. 

It was not, of course.

Therefore by the time the heavy raindrops had become a literal wall of water that soaked her to the skin and physically pushed her ground-wards, that small tree in the middle of the fields seemed just as a good choice for a shelter as any. And only, when she had reached it, did she notice that one place was already occupied.

There was a moment of hesitation, but Sarah decided to throw all common courtesy and greeting rituals out of the window for the time being and ducked under the foliage without asking the other wolf's permission. "Hi!" she gave the other quick, superficial look, then stepped aside (as much as the leafy umbrella provided it) and shook her coat.