You wake to a wet feeling...

God damp it!

A dampness awakens you from your sleep. Even before your eyes are focused, you sense something is wrong. A sudden chill makes you shiver, your foggy vision dark and narrow. You groggily shake yourself awake to face whatever is causing this odd feeling. You begin to feel how drenched your fur is and this gives you a little cause to panic. Shaking your head quickly, you manage to escape the cob-webs of slumber and begin to understand your situation. Your eyes go wide when they finally focus on your surroundings.

"Ah, hell", You mutter as you scramble to your feet. With the morning came a light rain that has both darkened the sky and soaked your fur. With a disgusted look on your face, you look to the east for the nearest entrance to the forest. With an angry grunt, you start your trek through the rain swelled muck and the dripping tall grass. The feeling of the collecting muck on your feet and legs only serves to put you in a fouler mood as it slows your progress and makes each step just a bit more difficult. After almost slipping and landing on your face a few times, you finally break through the wall of tall grass and dash headlong into the trees.

The rain is still dripping all around you despite the heavy canopy above. At least the forest floor is a bit more solid than that of the field, making your run easier as the mud begins too fall from you in clumps. You continue to move through the trees as the sky grows darker. Remembering how close the coastline looked the previous day, you know it shouldn't take long to reach it. You doubt that you'd have time to prepare any real shelter for the coming storm so you double your pace and bolt through the underbrush.

About thirty minutes later, you are soaked and tired from the extended run. Clouds no longer dot the sky but consume it fully. Knowing you have little time before the bulk of the storm hits, you are overjoyed when you see the end of the tree line just a couple hundred meters in front of you. It's not long before you burst from the forest into view of the sea. The grass recedes into fine white sands that stretch a hundred meters or so to the waters edge. After a quick scan of the coastline, you thank your lucky stars as you are able to make out huts and wooden piers leading out into the ocean to the south. One last heaving breath to fill your lungs has you sprinting toward the village.