I Was Born With Lightning In My Heels

Aserlín's dune-colored pelt blended in almost perfectly against the strata lined canyon walls.  Her honey-colored eyes searched the land for any trace of her son Káti or her niece Rœkia or her sister's Dægmar and Aerndís…. what a mess.  Sighing the femme sat heavily on her haunches.  The war that had torn at their homeland had left numerous scars and seemingly scattered her family to all corners of the earth if they were indeed still alive.

A roll of thunder rolled overhead, echoing strangely down the canyon walls.  Her first litter was mostly alive and well… there was that at least.  However, it pained her deeply not to know what had become of her sisters or her youngest son.  Rœkia was perfectly capable of fending for herself but Káti?  She worried.  

A few raindrops tapped a tentative beat on the ground as another rumble rattled across the sky.  Time to head for higher ground and find a good cave to shelter in.  Getting back to her feet Aserlín started the climb, weaving in and around the formations in her search for a temporary shelter.

"Speech"