the joys of teething

Even if she was putting up a front, Banshee was calm and collected as she helped Lucretia move the herbs with precision. If her den flooded, at least they would still have a good base of herbs to work with as the seasons began to change again. As they worked in the den she could hear the rain thunder down overhead. This was no ordinary storm. They wrapped up their work and Luce gave a sharp nod towards Banshee, appreciating her quick thinking.

Together they surged out into the rain. It was freezing and coming down in heavy sheets. After the storm calmed, they would have to find some way to dry off and get some warmth back into their chilled bones. She followed Ban through the driving rain, spotting the boulders she spoke of in the distance. Luce approached them at a clip and scrabbled up on to the small one then scaled the larger with a bit of difficulty. The rock was nearly sheer and incredibly slippery. "I've got you," she shouted over the din of the rain, in case Banshee needed assistance hauling herself up the rock.