Darkwater Rapids restart.

RE: Isuni, the mating calls of all sorts of animals keep you up at night.
Nighttime, Rain.  37F/3C.  Open for one or two.

After raising Courage and Valor as little infants, Capable was pretty sure nothing could be worse than her pair of yappers – especially when they were newborns. Evidentially, she was wrong. Having not found them where Whitestone Monadnock used to be, the woman decided to head further south and check near Oak Tree Bend. She’d never been a member, herself, but Speiden had mentioned it before. Who knew with those two, really.

She had curled up expecting a peaceful night of sleep, sheltered from pattering rain by a small den – Capable got no such thing. Every sort of frog (and other amphibian) imaginable seemed to have been woken up by the rain and were screaming away for mates. All night. Nonstop.

Her ears pressed tightly against her skull. “Would you just lay off already? She isn’t interested!” she yelled to the frogs. The frogs just ribbited back.

bring me home, bring back what's stolen,

Capable

like you're supposed to

It was nighttime and raining, but Lenka was Hazarding another trip outside pack borders. This time she was going to stay away from the river - she wanted to get to know the area, and it was hard to do that if she fell in again.

It wasn't long after night fell that all sorts of creatures started singing. The Artemieva girl stopped to listen. The cacophony was beautiful in it's own way, she thought. She didn't understand why amphibians were attracted to singing as a form of courtship, but she supposed every creature was different.

A voice suddenly rang out from the darkness nearby, scolding the concert masters. Lenka cocked her head in the direction it had come from. Someone else was out here? "Did... did you just tell at frogs?"

With her forelimbs crossed, the woman stared out of her makeshift den crossly into the dark rain and never ending frog croaks. They didn’t stop – which didn’t surprise Capable, but it felt a little better to pretend she had some influence. When another voice spoke up, her ears folded backwards and sienna eyes shifted suddenly. The large female hauled herself from the burrow (barely a den, pragmatic use of space at best and really quite cramped at worst) and spied the cream-colored youth almost immediately.

“Yeah,” she replied, one brow arched. “Didn’t hear you yellin’ for anyone, so.”

Unless she wanted to be yelled at, which Capable rather assumed she didn’t. “Some of us need a bit of shut eye before the sun rolls back around.”

bring me home, bring back what's stolen,

Capable

like you're supposed to

@Lenka

A wild dissertation appears!