Sun Mote Copse Not your Barbie girl, I'm living in my own world

All this rain was just

The

Freaking

WORST.

Alyx, usually so upbeat and flawlessly clean, was reduced to frustrated tears. The ground was so wet that no matter where she went or how carefully she walked, it was only a matter of time before she had conspicuous splatters of mud on her beautiful coat. Her legs were routinely coated past her ankles. She'd taken to walking around a little bit like a whipped dog wearing booties for the first time ever, shaking her paws every few steps and sporting a perpetual grimace.

She took shelter from the incessant rain under the overhanging bough of a particularly impressive tree, staring dourly out at the downpour and slicking her ears so far back that they practically disappeared.