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As Nightjar broke from the forest covering most of the eastern caldera, he glanced up and felt several light raindrops strike his nose. Pregnant grey clouds spanned much of the sky and the sun broke weakly through the scattered gaps. Nightjar had never known it to rain while the sun was still out. He noted it, mostly out of interest, then shrugged his dark shoulders and struck out from the woods to the edge of the lake.

By the time he got there, the rain had picked up considerably and was even breaking through his resistant overcoat. He shook himself lightly, lapping the drops off his lips, then bent down to drink more deeply from the lake itself. The water tasted particularly earthy. In his travels he had drank primarily from moving water sources. That water tasted a little more like silt than the vague algae flavour of the lake water. He would need to get used to that again, he thought.

With a yawn, Nightjar began to lope along the edge of the lake where the water gently lapped, cooling his pawpads as he went. His destination was the borders, but in the meantime, he enjoyed the rainy walk.