Moonspear Work hard and be nice.

Bronco hadn't realized, when he'd agreed to move to Moonspear, that it rained so much on mountains. He assumed that the rain came with the territory, and not that this was some sort of wide-spread phenomenon, and that it was likely caused by their proximity to the clouds. It made navigating the slopes even trickier, and made it even more exhausting to have to go back uphill against the pounding rain at the end of a border patrol but at the end of the day, he was still in good spirits despite being quite tired. 

Meerkat, it seemed, had been exploring the higher slopes of the mountain and its internal territories, away from the borders which made him feel a bit more comfortable. He didn't like the idea of her slipping and sliding down the mountainside and preferred the thought of her exploring the safer parts of this treacherous landscape where she could be far away from the hassle of meeting potentially dangerous strangers. He tracked her along a streambed now gushing with water, hastening his pace and huffing slightly as he caught up with her. He rumbled an affectionate growl as he approached, and nipped at her cheek. "-Jeez. These hills,-" He huffed, with a pained smile. "-An' this rain-" He commented, at the very same moment a large drop of water fell from a leaf above and landed squarely on the bridge of his muzzle, sending smaller droplets of water in every direction. He snorted and shook the excess water off his pelt- a seemingly endless task. "-This is nice, though-" He said, gesturing toward the stream.