Flycatcher Downs Thunder only happens when it's raining

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Galena's gaze defocused as she looked across the rolling Downs, lost in thought as drops of sleet clung to her. Distant memories ebbed -- of her clan and sisters. It wasn't a sad thought... or a happy one. It simply was. That time in her life had passed and soon a new chapter would be inked. She had been groomed for this journey, mentored by a prudent matriarch, a Reverend Mother, with a knack for prescience.

The voyager's sight sharpened when a darkling spot crept into her peripheral. Another wolf in the valley. Alone? Galena leaned into herself as she watched the stranger -- a woman -- move with a certain self-assured fluidity in a peculiar posture. She appeared novel, and the vagrant found herself immediately intrigued. Galena loped towards her company with an open, but neutral demeanor, eager to asses if this sister was friend or foe.

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