Flycatcher Downs Thunder only happens when it's raining

skies beleaguered by wintry storms entered the teekon, depositing silver veils of early-spring snow. astara moved between the slush, her toes spread as unsavory cold licked her limbs.

how she hated the winter, the mud from the snow, the cold. spring could not come soon enough.

a figure moving along the snow-laden frontier caught the blackbird's attention. its figure was lean and powerful -- she watched as the creature skulked between passes of snow, her silvery fur blending in with the monotone of the landscape.

astara moved off to investigate, her ears cupped but posture neutral.