A model citizen of doubt

OOC: I thank Ardybot for this plot and Nyx for reminding me the thread title song existed.

Noelie was having a terrible night. She'd lost nearly all of her freshly caught meal to a persistent hawk, then when she was crossing the river she slipped and fell on some rocks, and finally, to top it all off, she stumbled upon the strange stone structures by running face first into one. Now, it was probably safe to say that each of those things had been her fault, and that if the yearling had been paying more attention to her surroundings that none of it would have happened, but Noel wasn't really in the mood to see reason. Her ancestors were laughing at her, they had to be, or else why would she be having such bad luck?

In an effort to spite their fun, the wolf decided to sit and wait for the sun to rise. She planted herself on a nice swatch of grass, far from any water sources, or rocks, or trees that might contain ill intentioned birds. If she didn't move then nothing bad could happen. Right? Right. That's when she felt the first drip land squarely on her nose. Cross-eyed she tried to look, praying to the ancestors that she was wrong. Then there was another drip, and another, until the heavens opened up and rain began pouring down, leaving big, wet blotches on her starry coat. Noelie released a growl, giving the sky one last look of disdain before shuffling under a broken bit of structure for shelter. Maybe this was a sign. Maybe she hadn't been pious enough. Heaving a sigh, the youth tucked her tail around her body, curled up, and waited for light to break through the clouds.