Rage side-glanced at her through the rain and sighed. His blue eyes narrowed in the darkness of the storm, and he took on a brisk pace as water streamed down his fur. He lead then along the river for some time, and as moon high approached they found themselves in a glade of willows. He paused for a moment, and turned into the willows, now running through them.
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