RE: Violent thunderstorms
It had been just over two months since his initial injury had occurred and for the most part the yearling was healed. The swelling was completely gone and he could put weight on the limb without pain unless he stepped on it the wrong way. The problem was the weakness. In the months it had taken to heal the muscles around the injury had atrophied and Draven found that leg much weaker than the rest. It was embarrassing for the young male and so he still resided within the medical den during the day and took to walking throughout the night when he blended in. That way he could build up his strength in the privacy of the dark so no one could see him stumble or how hard he had to work just to walk normally.
This of course had been halted by the violent thunderstorms that came in waves over the last week and a half. Draven had laid awake night after night just watching out as flashes of lightning lit the area and thunder echoed off his new stone home. It reminded him of his mother who had always loved the storms. She used to wake him and his siblings up so they could watch them, telling them stories about their widespread family, of her life back on her mountain. On nights like these he could almost feel her here, on this mountain, in these storms.
Tonight he thought the storms had finally broken and he had arisen in the dark to traverse over the slick stone. Puddles lay hapazardly around the territory, pooling in dips in the stone that would have been hidden from the blind eye while dry. It made it slightly easier to limp about, knowing exactly where to avoid the ground for being uneven. That is until lightning lit the sky blue once more and with a rumble of thunder the sky opened up above the Lagina and he was soaked within seconds. Grumbling in frustration the boy scanned around him for some kind of impromptu shelter that could shield him until morning and was met with nothing. Now what?