User blog:Lathagarr Stormgale of Tronn/Outcast

Raevyn watched the rain as it poured in unceasing sheets. She twitched her tail as a drop splashed onto a whisker and crawled back farther under the dead car. They would stop searching soon and then she could vanish. She flicked one massive paw, clearing it of the swirling mud. Rain. Mud. Rain. Mud. That was all there was to see here under this rusted Model T shell, but she was patient; she could wait it out.