Talk about a freak thunderstorm. This was not the season for them at all! Nor was this the warm, nourishing rain that made the plains so green during the late spring and early summer. No, this was frightfully cold. And very, very wet. Akir was completely soaked, and was not at all comfortable.
He'd been plodding through the downpour, hoping it would stop soon. It hadn't. Not only that, but there had been no cover to speak of for the last hour. His mane was plastered to his head, and rain was dripping in his eyes. Usually his thick mane was enough to keep the worst of the moisture from his vision, but this... this was a different matter entirely.
He'd spotted a pile of rocks and thick shrubbery from a distance away, and had angled to make for it. His pace was slow and sluggish, his paws caked with mud. His head was low and his tail hovered just above the ground, drooping but held just above the level of mud in an attempt to keep it from also becoming laden with mud.
However, all that dropped away when he spotted a form ahead. It too was drenched to the skin, but more noticeably... it was clearly a heavily pregnant female. Alarmed, Akir picked up his pace and hurried toward the figure of the pregnant leopardess.
