Whitefish River rainy days

For @Celara

What was with all this water?! Young Malila shook out her fur for what must've been the twentieth time that day. It seemed that she was constantly wet. The ground under her feet too, made spongy by the unusually heavy rains. She craned her neck back, letting her eyes travel up...way up. High above her was an endless stretch of miserable gray clouds. From them rain drop after rain drop fell, hitting her on the nose or smack between the eyes.

It was a real annoyance, she began to think. She much preferred being dry. Huffing, she nearly turned to retreat to where the rain couldn't get to her in the den. But something caught her eye, stopped her. With the rains came an explosion of green. Of color. Slowly, her now dual toned eyes widened, delicate little mouth forming a soft O shape. "Preeety!!" She exclaimed with renewed joy, bounding forth to dive full on in the closest batch of plants. Malila could not yet distinguish between common vegetation, weeds and flowers. Which to avoid, such as thorny brambles or vines or even poison ivy. She was fascinated and that's all that mattered to her.