Do you got room for one more troubled soul?

Clearly today was going to be a bad day. She had woken up with a rodent in her fur, one that talked no less, and less than patiently tried to explain they had been doing this same dance every morning for more than a month now. She had railed and sighed and threatened to eat him, but deep down she knew he wasn’t lying from the way his scent hung around her like that of a pack. That, and even as she threatened it, a knot formed in her gut in rebellion. She couldn’t eat him, he was family... somehow? Fine pack they made. A girl that couldn’t remember what she had done yesterday and a nut-grubbing squirrel. She supposed it could be worse, she could actually be alone.

And now, far from the protection of a canopy, great walls rising on either side of them, and not an overhang or cave in sight and it was raining. Gods above and below she hated the rain, though why she hated it she could never quite remember. Theodore, as he had introduced himself for the umpteenth time she was sure, had been clinging to her neck, plucking stray tufts from behind her ears and all the places she could never quite reach, “Wouldn’t do t’ grab one o’ those when yer freak out on me next.” He had teased as he begun, but now with the skies opening up above them and no cover in sight, the young woman ground to a halt, parking her rump against the ground and splaying her legs ever so slightly to use her body as a canopy. “No point us both being wet and miserable.” She threw away with a tip of her head to the small shelter her body would provide. She ignored the look he gave her as he scaled down her shoulder and darted out of her line of sight.