Fear of Rain

GYLEN

It patters down slowly at first. Drop by drop, until it increases to a steady beat, hitting down hard without remorse or stopping. It doesn’t usually rain this hard, this early in the fall. Maybe a bad omen.

As the thunder rumbles, I recall something someone had once told me all those years ago. Something about thunder indicating the wrath of the gods. Well, if anyone should be furious, it should be us, their supposed creation who are always at the receiving end.

I wrap the blanket around myself more tightly, as the wind threatens to rip it off my shoulders. I’m as safe as I can be here, in the hollow of the diwan tree, in the thick of the forest, but not from the howling gale that threatens to rip off the trees. For the nth time, I send a shiver down my body, turning out the cold and shaking off the waters.

As a wolven, its relatively easy to turn out our fur, as insulation against the cold. Even so, we would be required to curl up properly….or wind up in a tree hollow, like me