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Ifyla had never been someone that was inclined to enjoy water. She didn't like being wet, finding the sensation of her fur being slicked to her slight frame an uncomfortable one. So, when it began to rain, Ifyla was not a happy girl. She grumbled under her breath, cursing nature as she did so. Raising her rust-colored head, the Ethiopian wolf looked around for any means of shelter. She was in a relatively open area, one with scarcely any brush or trees nearby. "Just my luck," she muttered, picking up her pace so she could find somewhere to hide from the darkening clouds above her.

The landscape barely changed as she walked along, but when a hint of a bush peeked up from beyond a hill, she bolted for it. She had no interest in staying out in the storm, especially if it began thundering. She didn't like to admit it, but the loud, rolling booms that could shake one's bones often gave her frights. She crawled under the shrubbery and for once in her life, she was thankful for her small size. The shrub wasn't very big, but it left her some space. While it wasn't the best shelter one could have but at least it was something to hide her from the wrath of the torrent raining down on the land before her.

Ignoring the rhythmic beat of droplets pounding on the leaves above her and sometimes dripping on her, Ifyla looked through the rain into the  area beyond her shelter's boundaries. As she did, a flash of lightning ripped through the darkness, invoking a thunderous roar from the clouds above in response. She yelped loudly, worming back into the shrub. The storm was ruthless, and as the pound of the rain grew monotonous to her ears, she hoped no one was caught in the storm without any shelter to shield them from the rains above.

its been raining a lot where i live so you know what wHY NOT

Ifyla currently sat on her haunches, listening to the grumbling complaints of her stomach as she pondered trying to hunt for anything to eat. She didn't know the last time she had eaten, and although she wasn't very big--even for her species--she had a feeling she was skinnier than she should have been. Ifyla had practically little to no idea on how to hunt, only aware of the basics that one could easily deduce with simple logic. If she were lucky, muscle memory would kick in and do the work for her, but that was a chance she would have to take. Only if the weather held, however.

The scent of rain sat heavy in the air, the pressure dipping as scattered showers began to form. She had no doubt the storm would be a quick one, but it wouldn't come for a short amount of time. She rose to her paws, her pads aching from her wandering as she tried to find hints of what the hell was going on in her life. She broke into a quiet saunter, her nose in the air as she searched for a source of food. She caught the stale scent of a rabbit, picking up her pace to find any hints of a fresh scent. When she found one, she listened carefully for the large-eared lagomorph.

A shift in the grass nearby caught her attention, a hint of dusty brown fur leading her to break into a sprint. Her most important goal was catching the rabbit so she could have a meal to last her until she found something else to eat. Her quick paws caught up to the rabbit easily, her jaws snapping into one of its hind legs as she writhed her head to stun it. She dispatched of the little pest easily, settling down to enjoy her hard-earned meal. Well, not exactly hard-earned, but the sentiment was there.

nothing more attractive than a girl murdering and eating a bunny amirite