Sea Lion Shores riptide

The lithe Welsh was about to allow her mind to give suggestions to what the black-pelted wolfess was about to offer someplace to stay under a storm, but what she said confirmed Crëyr's thoughts. An overhang of rock. Crëyr knew the thought that followed was ridiculous, but she could vividly imagine the whole chunk of rock Sen had described to collapse under the weight of heavy rainwater.

She made no attempt to stifle slight laughter. "Water may drip from the little crevices, though, I don't think we have to be too concerned about that." As they weaved down the long, seemingly never-ending stretch of beach, the rain started to pour in dark, heavy sheets, soaking both her fur and the hare's. "Merry meet, Sen, though I would have preferred the weather be better."

It was only then did they reach the forest did the rain fall less, as the leaves shielded the water. She replayed the route to the beach in her head again. "It's this way, I'm sure. It's beside the river, which isn't very far, as you can see it leads to the ocean."