April Showers
03-11-2013, 12:47 PM
| The dreary weather had Sheylie on the move, seeking shelter in any place possible. But the only type of shelter was just within her range of vision, a crumbling structure of unknown origins. It was weird, but Sheylie would take it. The rain had soaked through her fur within moments, leaving her drenched and quite uncomfortable. The promise of Spring hung heavily in the wet air, but Sheylie couldn't bring herself to be excited. Not when she was this wet and this miserable. Things would look better when she was drying off, however, and the thought of getting out of this dreary rain had Sheylie picking up her pace, bounding along as she headed for the crumbled structure. Reaching it as quickly as she could, Sheylie began to scramble up the smaller rock piles, slipping and sliding as she headed for a little bit of shelter. She found it beneath a half-crumbled pile of rocks, with just enough of an overhang that it blocked the torrential downpour. It was far from perfect, but Sheylie had been the brilliant soul to go wandering off from her temporary den when the rain started. However, things were looking better already, now that she wasn't standing around in the rain. She shook herself vigorously, sending water flying every which way, and sniffed the air carefully. Sheylie certainly did not expect to scent another wolf on the breeze, but that was exactly what she was smelling. And the wolf had to be close by for her to be able to smell it in this rain. The smell was familiar, too, but in a vague way. Her mind struggled to figure out why she felt like she'd smelled this wolf around before, but she was drawing a total blank. Still, it would be impolite to just sit here like a statue. A cautious pink nose poked out from beneath her shelter, and Sheylie snorted violently as the first heavy drop hit her, recoiling back beneath the rock. "Hello?" She queried, lifting her voice a little so that it might be heard over the rain, "Is there anyone there?" She peered around as well as she could beneath the outcropping, unwilling to peek out from this welcomed, if a little cramped shelter. Unfortunately for her slightly dryer fur, Sheylie was a little curious about why this wolf, if he would chose to answer her question, smelled so familiar, so very slowly, she oozed out of her crevice again and glanced around curiously. The rain limited her vision as it poured out of the heavens, leaving the female squinting around unhappily. A violent shiver wracked her frame, and Sheylie thought longingly of the shelter that she had discovered only moments ago. "Talking!" |