For once the thunderous falls were drowned out by the crash and boom overhead. Despite the lengthening days, one might mistake the imposing dark as a mid-winter 'morning', dark and ominous with none of the white powdered coating left on the ground to pick up and reflect what little light the stars might offer. Instead, the flash of lightning lit the ground in bursts and angry cracks of thunder voiced the heavens displeasure. Surely this boded ill for the coming season. Storms this intense usually weren't seen until well into summer.
With such foul weather there was little threat of anyone daring to cross into pack territory for fear of being struck by a stray bolt of lightning. There would be no point to collecting herbs, for they would rot and spoil what she had managed to claim in the weeks since she had made herself at home, and any prey would find themselves warmly tucked up in their hollows, dens and thickets. She had every intention of doing just the same.
Beneath a felled tree, she had found herself a reasonable set, perhaps once inhabited by a badger before Eek moved in and excavated it to make a little more room just in case. For now it was a luxurious hole in the ground with enough room for a mother to birth and raise and comfortably raise a few children, or for two grown adults to fit comfortably within while still allowing some space to spare. For now she lay just outside its opening, sheltered by the once proud cedar that leaned against its brother as though it had the strength to right its fallen comrade, and she watched dry and warm as the rain pelted the already once battered terrain. Oh look. Hail stones.