Twisted Slough And heart to heart you'll win, if you survive

Fennec hadn't left that day intending to push boundaries, but she was distracted.  The situation with her brother was heavy on her mind, but she was miserably stubborn, so of course she hadn't talked it out with him.  That morning she took the same amount of care that she usually did to track her way out here... and then the rain started.  It was a torrential downpour, the worst kind, and it made everything so overbearingly loud.

Fennec stood miserably in the rain for a moment, then had a momentary flash of panic when she realized she didn't remember, now, which way was home.  The scent of the rain was overpowering and the electricity in the air made it hard for her to find her own trail.

She backed up and her hindquarters brushed against one of the rocks that gave the tarns it's name.  She immediately huddled up to it, but it gave her little by way of shelter.  This sucked and she had no clue what she should do next.