King Elk Forest the sun goes down

The rain came down in a steady drumbeat, saturating everything in its path down to the roots, and turning the forested land into a bed of soft sponge. These conditions were hard enough to hunt in, yet Piety had managed to get close to a hare.

He could only watch irritably as a familiar yowling sent his prey careening back to its waterlogged den.  

The swart titan rose from his crouch, and gave his sodden coat a quick shake. He considered -- not for the first time, mind you -- the act of abandoning the irrepressible wolfdog to her own loudmouthed devices, but these thoughts somehow did not deter him from padding in her direction, grumbling to himself all the while.

Neven was easy to find, for him anyway, and the mountain wolf stood back from her a ways; fixing her with a default frown. "You owe me a rabbit -- a fat one," he snorted, padding closer to greet her fully, sweeping over her dark ears with an expectant sniff. "What do you want?"