Diota

drink

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A sharp crack echoed across the rolling hills, afternoon sun turning the country gold as rain poured from the sky. A funnel of clouds formed, dipping lower and lower before streaming into a cloak of clouds. After a few seconds a golden furred she-wolf stepped out of the clouds, a few small forms trailing after her. A few small yips echoed, even over the sound of the rain and wind. The pups began moving forward and Diota stepped forward as well, soon starting a trot and the pups realised what was happening. They bounded and tumbled after the pupsitter who kept a quick trot before dropping into a lope as she travelled across the grass. Stormy eyes darted after the younger pups, contanstly flicking between each young one to make sure they were fine. The sun dipped lower, turning the sky grey and the rain coming down sharp and harsh. Pups, tired and getting cold, flocked to their pupsitter. The clouds covering the sky funneled down again, covering the small group. As soon as they had come, the group disappeared, leaving harsh rain and black skies in their wake.