Lost Lake petrichor

There had been rain at last. Three full days of steady, drenching downpours. Then, just as quickly, the rains had evaporated, bringing a return to the long, dry days of summer.

Stella padded down to the lakeshore, gazing out at the water that glinted in the morning light. For most of her life she had taken the Cove for granted as a place of surety, but since her return she had found herself worrying after everything, far more than before. What if the lake ran completely dry? What would they do? Would they be okay? She wanted to go to her father with her worries, so that he could take them from her as he'd done when she was small, but there was a distance now there that stopped her, she wasn't even sure where it had come from. What could any one wolf do, even her Pa? They were all powerless when it came to the whims of the skies above, she supposed.

The young woman stared long and hard at the rocks along the shore, trying to ascertain how far the lake's level might have risen after the rains. How long would their relief last? Were their troubles at an end, or only just beginning?

With a flick of her tail she turned from the shore. She planned to scout the forests around the lake for prey today. However long their fortune held, she intended to make the most of it.