The joys of rain was not apparent in this one. It gets under your fur, it drains your warmth away, even makes it harder to keep your coat looking cleanly. Liah too was on the lookout for shelter, The Grotto probably being one of the better areas to find a safe place from rain. Her pur white coat felt heavy on her as she trotted forth for any signs of a cave. Even just a roof over her head. Thunder clashed and she whined, adrenaline surging through her like a firecracker. She already felt anxious about being alone, but she did it, and now it's raining. An obstacle for her to take charge upon herself. Her confidence was settling in and she was fond of it.
The rain was loud, but she swore she had heard something beyond it. Frightened yet encouraged, she held herself to a rocky wall, careful not to slip while creeping forward. Finally she was able to peek her head in, a shy smile evolving when she smelled and saw the two wolves. "This rain is awful." Her voice was a whisper, though the second time she spoke it was louder. "Sorry, I don't mean to intrude." she dipped her head in respect, about to carry on beyond the cave until a loud cackle of thunder struck somewhere close, the roar of the thunder throwing her adrenaline into a frenzy, jolting up like a firecracker and fleeing into the cave, nearly biting her teeth so as not to yelp out loud. If her fur weren't so wet, it would have been visibly bristling with the amount of panic that delved into her. She only hated thunderstorms when she hadn't found shelter, and so yawned to cool her anxiety. She found herself a dry corner to lay quiet in, contempt with listening to the rain going harder and softer, the thunder closer and farther. Black and white face would eventually turn to the two, glimmery greens with a halo of orange rimmed around the irises keeping their gaze while she gave a soft, shy smile upon her mostly black lips.
