She hadn't noticed the sky since she'd begun her work, head determinedly down as she manipulated the earth beneath her paws for hours. Deep below Woya's hunched frame rested the Rayvne matriarch that had been far more loved in her time than her trauma had ever allowed her to realize.
This was far from her first time at Rhaegara's gravesite; that heartbreaking visit had been pursued as soon as the Chasm alpha had felt physically able. After, she'd come as often as she could manage with seven children and two yearlings to silently pay her respects and properly process her friend's death. As the days shifted to weeks, a thought had taken root as she considered the future of the plot. It could be lost to nature's chaos, or...
She'd spoken with Leviticus, seeking to learn the plausibility of fully executing her vision, and was informed that it could indeed be done. The younger wolf seemed pleased with the idea and committed to assisting her. As she tilled the earth and planted the tiger lilies she'd carefully excavated, he was elsewhere in the territory procuring a selection of utilizable flora to join them. When finished, she stepped back from her task to survey the results.
The earth was dry but at least now softened by her activity, and the plants held firm with minimal propping thanks to their large root systems. The petals were withered at the tips from lack of rain, and transplanting them would not help. What she need to focus on getting now was-
The first droplets of the gathered storm began to pelt her crown, and formed tiny baubles upon the flowers, highlighting the vivid orange they still retained. Woya blinked, and tipped back her head to look upon the grey, heavy clouds that had formed from the white-gray blanket that had previously dominated the sky. Rain. She could hardly believe her own eyes, and stared even as rivulets of water began to form throughout her fur.