Blackfoot Forest and the colors drift from you into me, and the wonder of the moment rescued me

I cannot hope to match your lovely writing but I hope this is ok!

With the easing of the rain came a stillness that was vastly favored over the incessant, spit-like drops that found their way between the trees, often to peg the girl on the crown of her head or drag down the hang of her nose with a sense of purposeful invasion.

Tension focused down the ridge of her back each time she felt the sticky draw of watery fingering there, with the final shiver prompting her to unfurl messily from the mossbed. A strong choice for a rest stop at midday until the weather had turned, now more of a catch-all for detritus, which might as well have included Lutra.

A momentary need to cleanse herself of the day's moist hold prompts her to shake, ears clipping the sides of her head as they catch momentum, the buzz of activity channeling a spin-cycle down her lower back to her bum. Before she has a chance to work the kinks out of her tail next, she hears the oddest catching sound some distance aft.

Luftra's hesitation bows her hips towards the sphagnum a moment, where she is caught by indecision; wanting to sink down and hide, wanting also to run, and vaguely to investigate, but before her mind can be made up a heady panic snares her to the spot. 

The curling shadows look as if they reach for her while the sun continues its descent, and Lutra cannot help herself as her twiggy limbs root toe-first in to the soil against her will—a whine whistles between her teeth.