Firestone Hot Springs the tidal wave breaks

Rain soaks bone-deep. The drops heavy enough they feel as if they might bruise skin.

It used to be celebratory; children dancing in the open, enjoying the feeling of cold and their thirst quenched after long periods without. Alas, he feels bitter.

Glaring through the curtains of water swaying in the harsh winds, the figure is easy enough to spot. Her light coat, soaked through though it may be, stands out akin to a becon of light in the dark. His address has her turning. The glimmer of recognition upon her face drives him mad.

They found him. This woman no ordinary local, but a spy for the empire that tore his home asunder.

All at once, he whips around, paws slipping through slick terrain as he storms after her. Jaws agape, snapping at air in his attempts to catch. Typically he would not be so foolish to fight another when he is on his own, but he cannot have her warn the others. Where there is one, there are many.