Firefly Ravine black thunder

It took her a beat to place the name of Prophet’s pack. Berserker? she thought with an amused twitch of her lip even as she realized, Oh, that’s Avi’s pack! Now her tail began to wag slowly back and forth, catching the first few raindrops as they fell.

Undeterred by the approaching storm, Meerkat simply raised her voice to call, It’s kind of fun though, isn’t it? Shouting across a ravine? During a storm? She laughed, the noise echoing a bit off the rock walls below. I know Avi! How’s she doing? And the rise, as a whole?

Without being consciously aware of it, she sidestepped to stand parallel with the lip of the gulch, favoring her good ear to catch his response despite the nearly continuous rolls of thunder.