Moonspear born and raised under the rushing lights

Thunder rumbled overhead, preceding the lighting that would follow. The rain was steady, and Osiris couldn't help but wonder when they'd get a break from it all. Even with the sunny day earlier in the week, water still pooled on the ground, and the mountain remained slick; the dangers of the unusual weather were all around them. 

Pelt slick with rain and mud, Osiris slowly made his way towards the rendezvous site. His late-afternoon patrol had been uneventful. Even though it was challenging to smell through the petrichor, all seemed to be in order. 

Clearing the last leg of his climb, Osiris caught site of Mintaka once the incline leveled. "Mintaka," he called as he approached his sister. "What are you doing out in this storm?" Stilling at her side, Osiris briefly surveyed their surroundings; who was watching her?