Swiftcurrent Creek yours was not the only answer

there is no doubt about it now - her sides swell and ache, and her movement is weighed down, her usual grace eroding. she stretches now near the river, but the brief warmth of the afternoon is fading as clouds bear down on her, ripe and rolling quickly. the rain starts lightly, growing for a few moments driving and wild, before ebbing. she stretches out her muzzle and is content beneath the summer shower, the rain driving her pelt into dozens of spikes and furrows. the blue of the sky is visible again only a few moments later, the rolling storm departing as quickly as it came. it's not entirely uncomfortable out here - the air is still warm and humid, and so the huntress neglects to move from her patch of mossy riverbank.