Oddly enough the rain never fazed her. The tawny femme moved at a steady, graceful pace bothered by the clapping of thunder or flashing of light that slid like a serpent striking it's prey then faded back to darkness. Water slid down her round face and dripped from her chin. Creamy fur hung from her soaked skin and with each movement muscles ripped over her like the cold. Hopeful eyes scanned for a safe place to hide from the storm and warm herself again but instead there was nothing. No sign of hope in this darkness. Then when she was about to lose hope, far off against the bleak horizon a figure caught her attention. It was like something shiny in the corner of your eye.

Her sad, slow pace quickened immediately and to her surprise the figure was closer then she'd expected. With a slight flick of the tail she slowed her approach; allowing time for her light hazel eyes to search the feline's features. Visionaries glided easily over her target taking in all she could. Male, larger then her, older, hurt? He seemed to be struggling. Maybe he was just tired. Paws flattened and sunk slightly in the thick mud; Rounded ears swiveled every which way to pick up any signs of danger other then the storm itself but nothing could be heard over the pounding rain against the soaked ground and booming of thunder. The air was thin and hard to breath and when she reached him and opened her mouth to speak water flooded her charcoal brims and her voice was lost to the winds.

Hazel eyes stayed upon his dark, rain soaked figure as she waited for a reply. Waiting to see if he heard her. He was moving and in this weather she had no energy after catching up to keep up. This she hadn't thought of. Her cold now weak body shook gently. Her chest heaved and her sides bulged then sunk again with every breath. Hopeful eyes now rested upon him, but, who was he? Would he show her a place or would he kill her right there? Her heart raced; if he turned out to be hostile she had no energy to fight him her only luck would be that he was as tired as she was and together they would go somewhere safe. Or perhaps he'd just ignore her and she'd follow him off out of the storm or die on her own.

None of those guaranteed that either of them would survive. But she had no choice at this point. She was a loner she'd come here of her own free will and her curiosity led her to follow him. He owed her nothing and her sitting here expecting him to save them both seemed ridiculous. It was even dumb of her to expect him to acknowledge her. But one can hope. It was a fine mess she'd gotten herself into. Stupid girl.