dreary

Things had been quiet in Avalon since the raid. The drizzly spring hadn't helped with the mood. Even the sheep seemed subdued, though at least the lambing had gone well. She'd intended to put on a flower festival this year but it was just felt too wet and dreary for planting flowers and celebrating, and she couldn't imagine that the other packs felt much differently. Who would want to travel all the way to Avalon just to sit around in the rain and plant flowers that would just rot in the ground before they could grow?

Corbie tried to shake off the dreary feeling as she lay in the hide shelter in the sheep pasture guarding the flock, but even with the hide keeping the rain off everything still felt damp and dreary. It made even the stoic and straightforward alpha feel somewhat depressed, and she sighed as she watched the sheep huddled together in the middle of the pasture around the bigger open sided shelters there for them. Well, at least the wooly beasties weren't off getting themselves into trouble - even they didn't want to get out in this.