Sober [Open]

[Rayne]

Rayne lowered his head as he walked, picking up several different scents as he approached the stream. The wet season had fattened Kanzhir Stream to a decent size. It was too bad that the stream would shrink come dry season.

His rounded ears flicked back and fourth as they picked up distant sounds. Rayne walked stiffly, a result of sleeping at the base of a tree, right on its roots. He had been tired and not thinking clearly at the time. Despite the discomfort, as soon as he had laid down, he had fallen asleep.

'That's what I get for not finding a softer resting place,' he thought ruefully to himself.

The stream was in sight now. Rayne's exceptionally dry mouth pratically watered at the sight of it.