Chapter Sixteen
Making her way down a steep slope through fog as thick as pea soup was difficult enough, but just as she started to feel she was making headway the misty feeling of fog against her skin turned to chilling rain drops.
She cursed under her breath. Rain. Great.
Rain would make everything harder and more uncomfortable. With the wind picking up it would be cold. It was already slow going since her visibility was almost nil. Scooting down the hill on her rump to avoid falling forward, Tawnyetta had to lean back and hang on to clumps of grass as she slid her feet sideways in careful steps.
More than once she lost her grip on one of the clumps of grass and had to scramble to find another one. Her little morning jaunt was turning into a nightmare. Tawnyetta shook off the negativ
