His fortune, it seemed, was turning on him.
Having left his shelter half an hour before without a word to his companion as to when he would be returning, Faraji had ventured quite a distance, searching, when the storm rolled in.
It was within a minute that he grew soaked and heavy with water. It seemed, taking in consideration his earlier spill into the pond, his required rinse, and now, that he would never get dry. Narrowing his eyes against the pelting rain, Faraji was quite grateful to spot an outcropping of large rocks not too far away.
When thunder began to crack and lightening split the sky, the gray lion dashed to the outcropping, ducking underneath it. The natural shelter was just low enough to where he would need to duck his head while standing, making it a rather uncomfortable position. So, after shaking off a few times, he took his place under the stone, observing the skies.
Once the lightening ceases, I'll make my way back, raining or not.... he thought dryly.
Tara de Draiocht
"Great. Great!" He yelled up to the dark clouds and got smacked with a gust of rain as well as chilly wind for his trouble. He stared deadpanned at the tree in front of him for a few minutes. Faolan's day had started off okay enough and not a storm cloud in the sky! If he would have known this was--well of course he wouldn't have known. Mother Nature can be a b***h at times. Now he was in the middle of no where with no shelter in sight. He had wandered too far from home all thanks to a bitty rabbit... which he sadly did not catch. His stomach was angry at him demand substance. If he was lucky enough while running to find shelter he would run, maybe, into some berries or fruits. Brown fur turning black from wetness spurred Faolan onward to finding a place to hide. He began to pick up his pace. 
