Dawnlark Plains Fire alone can save our Clan.

He tramped through the open lands.
The water was relentless. It was fine at first, a pleasant surprise in the hight of summer.
But now, it was a nuisance.
He often sunk to his ankles in lands that were turning into marshlands.

He lifted his head, checking where he was and the land around him.
Here, there was less rain and more hail. Snow and water often fell from the sky together, but after a short spell of being pelted with ice, his coat was littered with the little white balls that were now melting.

A pale wolf danced in the slushy water, and he chuffed, trotting to her.
He has nowhere to hide himself to sneak up on her, so might as well be open.
He smiled easily, tail waving by his ankles.