Blackfeather Woods I am that technology allowed.

Prompt: A recent bout of rain has washed away a massive skeleton - what is it?

Rain beat down across the plains. Anselm watched from his stoop as sheets of water swept away everything not deeply rooted. Torrents of rainwater created momentary rivers clouded a muddy red -- they too escaped south.

When the rain abated Anselm rose from the granite slabs that had shielded him. There was an eerie quiet to the world as nothing but water rushed by. He thought he'd might continue scouting the woods, but the going was treacherous and his nose little use to him today.

He set down what he thought was an underwater deer-path. There was a freshly dislodged boulder up ahead, with water still trickling down its face.