Stone Circle Dearly

Shock fills Katla's face as her mother answers with a foreboding warning, jaws parting in a horrified gasp. She looks wildly up around the heaping gray clouds, watching the streaks of rain as though to witness the moment this serene drizzle turns into a waterfall as long and as wide as the meadow itself. How will anything survive? 

By the time she looked back at her mother, Tauris was already bounding away. "WAIT!" she wailed, racing headlong after her mother. "Wait for me!!" Clumsy puppy paws and slippery grass made it hard for the little she-wolf to keep her footing, but adrenaline guided her movements and even moments of skidding and sprawling were recovered from so quickly that her progress was barely hindered. 

Was the rain getting louder, or was it the sounds of their drumming pawsteps? Was it getting harder, or was it just arching blades of the grasses snatching at her fur as she bundled past. She didn't need much to be convinced that the former was occuring. "Mama it's getting worse!!"