Ocean's Breath Plateau coragors

It was difficult to hear anyone over the downpour, though what was really challenging was seeing with only one eye. Caracal screwed his mostly blind one shut to help his focus, though it was still kind of a crapshoot. He thought he heard Rodyn yell something about a den. He felt Heda press against him. He smiled, despite it all.

They eventually managed to duck out of the onslaught beneath shelter of some kind, leaving the four of them dripping wet as the storm really picked up strength outside. Caracal resisted the urge to shake out his pelt, though he did turn and begin licking the worst of the moisture from Heda’s. He nudged her, coaxing her to take a seat and get comfortable.

It kind of felt like a double date as Caracal settled down beside his mate, though he knew Heph was merely Rodyn’s compatriot. He glanced over at them with a smile, water still dripping from the bristly fur on his chin, and then focused on the rush of rain billowing over the choppy sea.

Cocooned with Heda and the others, the tempest’s dull roar put Caracal into a sort of trance. Without being aware of it, his eyelids grew heavy and drifted shut, his wet cheek coming to rest on top of his wife’s head as he dozed.