Lost Creek Hollow there's so much you have to know

@Deshyr - remember, fat golden PUPPIES

it had been raining, a lot. the kind of rain that starts in the morning, and doesn't even let up until the next day: like a foul mood or waking up on the wrong side of the bed, or that friend that self-invited themselves into your dorm-room and has now overstayed their welcome (and ate all your hot-pockets, WTF) this rain hung around.

sionnach was unaccustomed to the patter of rain (and also, well, hearing), so for a while she had sat in the back of the den watching and listening to the dollop-dollop-plop of mother nature sobbing her brains out, her head going back and forth with her ears absurdly flopping from side to side.

even puppies (as vacuous as lab puppies) got sick of a repetitive orchestra; after a while the ceaseless murmur of water falling lost its intrigue, and sionnach wormed her way closer to the den's exit, where there was an usual breeze (it's called wet, honey) and a smell she hadn't sniffed before. her mother was out stretching her legs, and sionnach knew approaching the exit was strictly verboten when the fun-police wasn't around... but, liffey wasn't here, so....