Tall, Grassy and Rainy

Álarr followed after Jynn, watching warily as the storm clouds moved in and lamenting that they were now trying to navigate around a grassland that seemed to belong to the Armada as well. There was little here in the way of cover. He noted a few trees but all inside pack lands. His ears flattened against his head as it began to rain. A roll of thunder echoed here and there but he decided to just tolerate it. Better than crossing the border and getting into a fight. "Well, it seems like our luck ran out but it looks like this spat of rain should pass soon." He gestured toward the sun and figured Jynn had noted the movement of the rain as well.