Lost Creek Hollow I'm such a romantic,

the rain groans across the sky. he sets out upstream.

the river was swollen and bursting from its seams, flooding the banks in savage torrents. owlglass was a sailor, but he had never seen so much water where it was supposed to be.

he wasn't the only one that was displaced. every so often he'd see a family of rabbits, the straggling tail end of a deer herd, and he would consider tracking some before quickly losing interest. rainwater dripped off his goatee and ran down his chest. he was easing into a half-hearted jog when he saw the outline of a wolf, this time, and he rubs the wet blur away from his eyes, sliding into the cover of the trees with a 'scuse me, miss, and the discreet walk of someone late to the movies.