Stone Circle Dearly

Katla bristled up her short puppy fur against the chill of the day. Part of her missed the embrace of the summer sun that warmed her earliest memories. But part of her also liked the biting cold of the crisp autumn air on her nose. It was refreshing. And every time she felt it she was surprised to find herself ultimately as comfortable in this scenario as she had been in the summer. Colder weather, without a doubt, but her growing fur was thickening just in time to meet it. 

She suddenly felt a sharp sting on her nose, causing her to gasp in alarm, looking around for the culprit. And then there was another sting on her cheek, and another on her ear. 'Feel that, Firefly?' Her darting brown eyes finally turned up to her mother. Tauris had her eyes closed, her muzzle tipped up to meet the barrage. As mother held daughter's attention, Katla noticed the soft pattering of rain adding to the ambience of the meadow day. 'Rain.' Oh right… rain. Katla knew rain. When the river's spit fell from the sky.

Katla looked up, relaxing against the sensation of the raindrops, trying to take in the moment like her mother was. After a moment though, curious brown eyes slid aside to look back at Tauris. "Could a rain ever come like a waterfall?" She had been taught to be wary of rivers and waterfalls as they could sweep even an adult wolf right away. Rain falling that way sounded like a real problem… at least a river could be seen, rain was everywhere!