Twisted Slough And heart to heart you'll win, if you survive

It was hard for her not to concentrate on the icy rain that quickly drenched her.  She tried to instead focus on the ground beneath her paws, and how each time she took a step it changed. The wind wasn't on her side today, so there was no real way to forwarn what was nearby.  But if she did focus on the pattern of the rain, she could tell when it was broken by something sizeable. Until she hit grass, and the rain was muted on all sides anyway.

Fortunately she knew home lay in a straight line, pretty much, and her only obstacle was the river.  On the way there she'd gone south, around it.  On the way back, she was angled to go right across it, though she didn't know that.

Trees!  She relaxed some as the welcome shelter covered her and the drops pattered the leaves above her head instead.  Then she began to walk slowly, carefully, around the trunks as she sensed herself brushing them.