Night of the Storm

She wished winter would hurry up and end, she hated the cold, the snow and the dreary season. But, to take the cake, she hated freezing sleete, and rain that was barely warmer then the snow. She had been trying to make her way once more to the swamplands, her last exhibition there had yielded good results for the healer, only to find that a new pack stood blocking the entire way. She had skirted around it as best she could, and overshoot her mark.

She wasn’t entirely sure where she was now, but the storm that had been threatening nearer the end of her journey finally broke. Forced to find shelter, her eyes fell upon the caves, and she scampered towards their unknown safety.

She would quickly discover that she was not alone, a stranger stood there, shivering and miserable, half again as tall as the small healer. She scouted into the mouth of the cave regardless, and shivered herself. “s-s-s-orry” her teeth chattered. “Mind s-s-s-haring well the s-s-storm passes?”