Garth Brooks - <i>The Thunder Rolls</i>
Hush Meadow was in her sights, meaning she still had a lot further to go, but she was at least half way there. Her legs pushed harder, quickly eating up the distance between her and the lake. The land was in a cover of darkness, making visibility limited, but her fiery eyes still searched for any obstructive object in her way. She was able to follow her trail that she used getting to the lagoon, but as long as the clouds held back the rain, she could still easily follow her own scent trail. But, Athena wouldn’t be lucky today.
The rain soon weighed the clouds down too much and the inevitable rainfall showered upon the land. The Leader’s sight was even more obstructed and now her sense of smell was overpowered with the cruel scent of the rain. The trip wouldn’t be a breeze anymore. As a log came into her limited view, her pace slowed. She wouldn’t risk the chance of tripping over the fallen tree and breaking something. She didn’t need anything else to go wrong. With her sense of smell useless, she unconsciously climbed over the log, unaware of the wolf on the other side.