Broken Antler Fen Souls young and old

rolled a 5 - so LR will be neutral today (:

Puddle-hopping was fairly new to Long Rain, who couldn’t remember the spring months of her birth and had only known the warmth of summer for most of her life, but it had quickly become one of her favorite pastimes. Luckily for her, the ceaseless drizzling in these lands that day provided plenty opportunity for her to partake. The growing autumnal chill was new to her, too, yet she hardly noticed it with her plush undercoat, even when she had become quite sodden from lunging through puddle after puddle.

The last few months of her short life had been spent south of here, in a time and place where the mountain of her father’s family had been experiencing a drought. She thought of them now, wondering if they were getting some of this much needed rainfall occurring here and now.

She continued to bound from birdbath to birdbath, until suddenly there seemed to be no more rain-pools, and a marshy land stretched out ahead into overcast calmness. Unwilling to backtrack, even for a bit of fun, Long Rain plowed ahead. It was still wet here, if not quite as puddle-y as she would like. Truthfully, she simply didn’t want to risk running back into her father and jeopardizing her independent streak; he was within a howl’s range of about ten miles, but she had no desire to have him around, cramping her prepubescent style.

At the edge of the forest she emerged from, a broken piece of antler on the ground drew her attention. The girl snatched it up and saw a stout hillock before her: the perfect place to lie down and tend to her new toy. She was halfway up the hill before she realized its crest was occupied.

With the tine clenched between her teeth, her tail wagged questioningly, silently asking the silvery figure above if she could join them there on the grassy perch.