Flycatcher Downs Thunder only happens when it's raining

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Galena trailed her hunt-leader, moving in time with a practiced synchronicity. Familiar memories came flooding back as she fell into position, sinew and muscles moving automatically with trained precision. This is how she was reared... to hunt among women like a pride of lionesses (for they were the most cunning and swift). The stormy vagabond appreciated this familiarity and for the first time since her dispersal, Galena felt at home. 

She watched the raven witch spot the track. Galena's movement became more thoughtful as she tasted the air... coyote stink despite the slurry which continued to rain down. Moon-colored eyes met Astara's brilliant purple gaze for a briefest of moments and, without a word, split off to set up an ambush.

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