Ivy
Just before midday, the sky opened up in a truly astonishing deluge. Rain fell like a waterfall, soaking through my fur in minutes. Unusual for the early summer, Khason had informed me. But still absolutely miserable. It didn’t let up that night, the lack of sun turning it into a freezing shower. It was too wet for a fire, too cold to sleep without one, and very little shelter. So, we ran through the night. And the next. Until the thick forests gave way to spiky grasses and hardpacked sand, the ground uneven with hills and valleys, stretching out to the horizon. And still it rained.
Even Khason was beginning to lose his standard unfazed demeanor as we alternated between trotting and all out running northeast. I had wanted to move directly east to save time, but Khason disagreed.
Wit
