silence was a welcome invitation after the storm that had passed through overnight. despite the cold, the air felt damp and uncomfortable. she was thankful her fur was short. sand did not stick to her the way it might to someone else. she took the morning to mark the borders, then kept to cover once the drizzle began again. she found a cave in a face of rock that was large enough to pace, and curled against the back wall as she watched the rain come down.
for @Kimya
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