Cara had never been fond of the rain -- among many other things.
So when she found herself trapped in the middle of the storm, far from cover she inmidiately felt like her day had gone sour. With her shoulders slumped and her ears pinned to the base of her skull she began to creep around the edges of the Spine, hoping to get away from the shower of cold water falling on top of her head.
The little drops of water that fell on her back, began to weave between the thickness of her coat, finding her skin and sending an unpleasant sensation acroos the female's body. It was then when she decided to stop and get off the pouring rain, even a petty tree would satisfy her right now. Anything to get the dreaded drops from sinking onto her pelt would be heavenly to the bad tempered yearling.
Without knowing so, the female crawled under a tree near the one her fellow packmate, who also happened to share the las syllable of her name, had taken as cover. She slid closer to the trunk, pressing her drenched fur against the tree bark and cursing soflty through gritted teeth while looking at the grey-scale sky.