Wheeling Gull Isle stomklad

whenever! <3

autumn's arrival brought with it a storm of cold rain.
thunderstorms through the night soaked heda each time she emerged to hunt or to patrol. she soon realized the dire lack of necessity to those actions, waiting out the rain in the lee of the cave.
but the rush of water had not abated, and eventually she did have to leave her shelter, skulking through the lavender field and stopping to shake out her pelt despite the fact it helped nothing.
heda thought of the new woman on the island, and how @Bartholomew had brought her easily over.she tried to stop thinking after that.