drenched in my pain again

A paw pokes at Rain with a voice asking to watch where she is going. Untangling herself, Rain shakes grass from her coat, ears back. "I'm sorry!" She replies. "I didn't mean to run you over." The wolf that she has tripped over is a pretty, fluffy white female. She reminds Rain of a cloud that fell from the sky to float on the ground. "What are you doing lying in the grass taking a nap? And where did you come from?"

She wonders if this is another loner or a pack wolf. Rain would bet a pack wolf from the stench of other wolves clinging to her fur.