Fox's Glade put yourself up

It had been raining for days and Rona was fucking sick of it. Despite it being summer, her unusually thick fur was great at retaining water, and shaking it all off did no good if there was no real shelter for her hide under. She needed to find a cave or some animal’s den to take over. The rain blocked the scent of the young wolf coming toward her, but she saw the shape through the storm. Was… was he skipping?

“Oi!” she called, partly out of annoyance and partly to be heard over the sound of the pouring rain. “What are you so happy about?”