★ Random Event: No one likes the smell of wet dog

Flurry hadn't gone home yet, she'd decided she didn't want to. She wasn't ready to confront all the things she'd learned and what she was even going to do with it all. She'd made her way back south but her courage had fled her and she'd turned back towards the north. Only now she was cold as hell! She'd thought winter had been bad, while it had been cold and stormy it hadn't been nearly half this wet. The young woman had quickly moved to press herself into the nearest pine but it's branches offered little enough shelter from the downpour. Mismatched eyes swept along the sparse landscape. Maybe she could shove herself under some of the underbrush? But no doubt it's branches would already be soaked and she'd only serve to get herself even wetter in doing so and then what? It wouldn't be easy to get dry like that. So make a shelter? A shelter could mean a fire but with what? The woman set her jaw and kept seaching, for supplies, for a place to shelter... Something.

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