Noctisardor Bypass Is still directed as a drama

Arbiter hated the rain. Though maybe that was too strong of a word for the depth of her feelings. Strongly disliked, maybe. She was also not a fan of the mud it made. Basically, just rain in general meant mess, trouble, extra problems. And it didn't seem to be ending. That was the even worse part. Ugh. For once, the den was a good thing, even if it as starting to become a bit of a mud pit as well, slowly but surely. It wasn't like things had time to dry out.

For a brief while, the clouds had broken, so taking the opportunity, she herded the trio of @Slug, @Grub, and @Beetle out of the den and over to a larger copse of trees where there'd be things to investigate that hadn't been so easily washed away. She let them play a bit (or find a spot for a nap if they so wished to skip the thread) and investigated on her own for some object of interest.

And finding something, she looked back over her shoulder, Come, look at this. It wasn't like the sizable pile of sticks and debris was impossible to find, but she'd overlooked it in the past because of its spot between a tree and a very leggy bush that almost seemed to weave its way through the mound. The home of an industrious little woodrat, now a potential plaything for the curious. It was easier to find the scent of it now, to find the way that it must have run in, and it came with free chewable things for them to try to destroy if they managed to stay focused and get to the tasty center.