Neverwinter Forest nothing but the wild rain

@Mal @Simmik

Rain. It was something that Philomena usually enjoyed. She seemed to be made for colder weather and often found it easier to think the colder it was. However, it was still summer (the tail end of it) and this rain was not particularly cold. The other problem with the rain was that it had been raining for days on end without even a short break. Philomena’s fur had never been this soaked, and she was beginning to feel like her bones were swimming around inside her body. She kept her complains to herself, though—partly because she had no one to complain to and partly because that was just how she was: rather silent.

A lightning bolt flashed across the sky and she was shocked it hadn’t hit one of the many trees that stood sentinel before her. She stood at the edge of a forest, one she knew to be occupied by a pack. Most scents had been washed away in the rain, but a scent this strong seemed to be permanent. Thunder crashed down around her and she flattened her ears against her skull at the unpleasantly loud sound. She waited.

Once she was sure that more thunder wouldn’t come along for a bit, she tilted her head back and howled for the alphas of this pack. It was nearly autumn, the coming of the darker half of the year, and it would not do to be out in the wilds without other wolves to go back to. It seemed so far away now, but it was closer than one might think, and Philomena knew that a lone wolf in winter would be a dead wolf long before spring.