Rainy days; Pack weather plot!

Cru would nudge her awake, eye fluttering open reluctantly. She had heard the rain, wind and thunder, but she thought it was nothing more than a summer storm. But Cru's worry was suffocating within the den. She would look at him, a frown coloring her face. "Whats the mater?" Her voice was soft, thug husky with sleep. The only answer she got was 'somethings wrong'. A brow would lift as she peered out of the den, seeing the water that slowly dripped inside from the endless rain. He would rise, stating that her was going to find Twig and her family. He was going to the caves within the forest, and he wanted her to do the same after gathering some pack members. She would hesitate but nod, nuzzling him before he slipped from the den. She would follow a moment later, raining immediately soaking her pelt. With a huff, she would set off at a slow trot. She had finally begun to feel comfortable venturing on her own. But the rain and thunder blocked out the sounds of everything else. Trees groaned and cracked on both sides of her, causing her ears to pin and brows to furrow. Her head would tip back, a calling leaving her lips for the pack. She could spend days trying to round them all up. Her best chance was for them to find her.

The ground was growing slick beneath her paws, causing her to slip and slide as she moved. To her left, a gentle hill slopped down into a ravine. A tree to her right would groan before snapping, causing the woman to jump in surprise. Claws would try in vain to grip the ground as she tumbled down the incline. Eye would widen, a strangled cry of surprise leaving her lips as she plunged into muddy waters. She would break the surface with a gasp, sputtering out water. Her limbs would churn the dark water, claws trying to gain a grip on the side of the ravine. Panic settled in her belly as the water pulled her along with no signs of letting go. She struggled to keep her head above water, while to keep everything in her line of vision so that she wasn't hit over the head with any fallen debris. It would not take long for exhaustion to settle in. A second cry would leave her lips as thunder cracked over head, drowning out the noise. Fate was a bitch.

"Speech"
'thoughts'