Eye of the storm

*Signy* · 10-02-2014, 04:32 PM

Signy Lassair

The storm was... more unpleasant than she cared to admit.

Signy had at this point been around the continent a time or two and experienced a thing or two along with it, and she hadn't really gotten a chance to get lonely - the surly pine marten who more often than not clung to her dark back saw to that - but it had been a really, really long time since she'd seen any of her family even when she'd finally found her way back to where she'd been born, a place that belonged to another pack now sadly. Somehow they'd just managed to keep missing each other or something. It didn't usually bother the independent girl, but the storm had her worrying about them. What if her mom got hurt? Or Cissy? Or Tad? Or what if the storm made them sick or something?

So despite the misery of wet, windy weather and squelchy mud beneath her paws, and the incessant and increasingly foul muttering from her weaselly friend she pressed through the storm determinedly. When she caught sight of the drenched brown form pressed against a tree she thought, at first, that it had to be a baby bear or something, a "fact" that seemed confirmed when another brown shaped called out and gestured to it from a more sheltered position that mostly hid it from Signy. That mistaken identification might have led a more cautious soul to turn around and go away instead of risking Mama Bear's wrath, but Signy was curious. She'd never seen a baby bear up close and she didn't want the trip to be a complete waste of time, so the green-eyed girl continued forward. When she came a few steps more through the rain and wind, the small brown shape's identity made itself clear to her, and Signy squealed and launched herself forward, sending Ozymandias tumbling off cursing angrily. "Tad! Tad!" she yelped, and attempted to tackle her browncoat brother into the mud.

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