all she want is commas

The rain hadn't bothered Torrent so much as she made her way back towards Fireside's lands. It was cold, and as it seeped through her fur to completely soak her it chilled her to the bone, but she set her jaw and endured it. She'd be home to get warm and dry soon enough. Wet, miserable clear through, she trudged on. But when the rain suddenly began to be accompanied by hail - sent from the clouds to slam into head and ribs and shoulders and hips with indiscriminately bruising force - Torrent snarled out a curse and raised her head to peer through the rain for some form of shelter. Only to be stunned and sent reeling when one smacked her head. She shook off the hit and dove for the first sheltering tree she saw without pausing any longer to check if it was already occupied. If it was, they could deal with it or get out, because Torrent was not going back out there.

As she dove in she had to jerk back, pulling up short in her headlong rush that had nearly smashed her face into a smaller female's own face, and she skidded to a stop with her weight back on her hocks. Her hackles automatically rising she stared down at the small multicolored thing with an affront that said clearly that it was the stranger's fault they were in this predicament.