Blacktail Deer Plateau Searching for a Pigment of truth beneath my skin

Despite what Spirits may chatter in her ears, the rains appeared to be unending. 
In addition, the last pass through the mountains, where she knew her beloved Ravens lay just beyond, was far too treacherous- a wall, made slippery and more dangerous than it already was, and what seemed to be a storm trapped in the mountains itself. Neither of which were safe passage in this weather. There were also the matter of the pack that dwelt in the willows. She couldn't pass that way either. 
For now, Macaria had found a large cave, deep and beautiful. It would serve as shelter for her and @Lunaria, and perhaps any other wolf she may stumble upon.