Ankyra Sound It's a jungle out there

Overhead rain fell -- at first, soft and quiet -- gentle, timid drops that scarce darkened the sky overhead nor the canopy below. But soon the wind heightened and the rain changed its vigor -- the pall of which swept the land in dreary and overcast shadow.

Caught under such an unpleasant deluge, Caiaphas was quick to seek refuge among the monolith's copse, scurrying over the damp loam with darts of her bushy tail. She selected one such tree, which warped and stunted in its growth offered a generous fan of shelter -- yet as she tidied herself under its palm and looked upward she spotted a fluttermouse scarcely a jawsnap's distance from reach. She retracted enough so that she could squint visibly at the upside-down flitmouse, her expression somewhat quizzical as she tried to ascertain what exactly the winged little monster was.