Stone Circle Dearly

Katla’s cries had barely risen over the sound of the rain before she was buffeted with something much less cold and wet, it was the warm fur of her mother. She tumbled into it as though it were a cloud of her dreams, getting lost in the thick plume of it. 

She shoved her two forepaws into her mother’s belly to right herself, propping herself up so as to look square up at Tauris’ face, taking in every word. Oh… so it isn’t dangerous…?

The silver she-wolf held out a paw, the rain pattering gently against it. Katla furrowed her brow, holding her own dark paw out to observe. Tauris’ snout caressed her cheek, but Katla’s mind was too lost in thought to register the gesture. “...why not, then?” She looked back at Tauris, unaware of her mother’s mountain guilt, but determined now to get to the bottom of this whole thing. “Why doesn’t rain ever fall like a waterfall?”