Noctisardor Bypass zodon

Her sister looked just the same as she remembered, yet so very different. The instant her own name left Heda’s lips, Druid flung herself at the bedraggled woman. She clutched at her, though only briefly. Heda’s slender frame shivered and Druid remembered that most did mind the rain, particularly this time of year.

Let’s get you out of this weather, she insisted, pushing a shoulder against Heda’s, then loping into the bypass.

She didn’t go far, leading her sister to the nearest overhang within its rocky arches. She crouched and crawled underneath, then turned, crooking a black paw to coax Heda to join her. Druid flattened herself against the far wall to make room, fully prepared to set upon Heda to dry her coat as soon as she settled.