nothing changed at all?
It felt like it had been raining for days, the thunder only drowned out by the crashing of the nearby falls, the river swelling to swallow up the pebble lined banks where Darkwater Rapids had once stood (not that Percy knew the wet ground beneath her paws had once belonged to another). Her eyes narrowed against the water laden wind that blew into her sodden face. If this kept up she'd need gills to get by. Her huff sent droplets flying from the end of her muzzle as she considered how best to get out of the weather.
Nothing was obvious to her firey gaze, perhaps the tumbledown trees further upstream would offer more protection? But that would mean walking uphill, and she wasn't terribly fond of the idea of back-tracking. Even the canopy offered no respite, the sagging of the sodden branches turning singular droplets into running streams, waterfalls in minature in their own right. "Askan, why'd ya bring us here huh?" But she knew she was talking to herself. They'd all split up this morning.
She shook, for all the good it would do her, a low grumble meant to be unheard as she continued to stalk through the trees looking for any semblance of cover. She wasn't even sure she remembered what being dry felt like.