Flycatcher Downs kessler syndrome

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Evien had thought it might be a good day for escaping the hellhole of Ursus to calm his nerves, but the sleet proved him otherwise. A downright nasty type of weather, clinging to the fur and dragging it down with chill. For all of his fluff, the Kastner's pelt was not particularly thick, and the cold, icy rain was cutting right down to the skin. 

Gross. At least he knew now there was a prairie here. Only specific types of plants grew in prairies, and he'd need to come back when the weather was better to gather some. 

But he was not the only one out on this lovely day. The stranger stood out like an ink blot from a psychiatrist's test, near a boulder. Evien made his way over carefully, not wanting to slip on the ice that was gathering on the ground. Only having three paws that would touch made that more difficult than usual. 

"Hey, you okay over here?" he asked, brows drawn up in concern. Hopefully this guy wasn't hurt, all the way out here on his own.