lost in the grey

Getting lost wasn't something that Constantine was necessarily proud of. Tracking Falcon was hard and if he got off course one more time he was sure he'd never find him or Jumanji again. He had decided to take a break for the night and keep looking first thing when it started to rain. However, being at in a field full of rocks with no coverage, he was soaking wet and less than thrilled about it. While it wasn't a storm, the rain was steady and in only a few minutes the rocks and him were drenched and puddles were already starting to form in the grass where the land slopped slightly.

There wasn't anywhere he could go to get out of the rain and navigating without the rain was hard enough. He hoped he could still pick up Falcons scent, but at least he knew the direction they were going. He'd catch up eventually, right?

Connie whined softly and climbed onto the largest, flattest rock he could find through squinted eyes. Curling himself up into the tightest ball he could make and covering his face with his tail, he hoped the rain would stop soon. It was a warm night, but the rain was starting to cool off the air and it wouldn't be long before he'd not only be wet, but also cold.