The water was cold against her hooves as Taineela made her way through the stream. Her fetlocks were soaked and stuck to her hooves as the cold stream wrapped around her ankles. She didn't take any notice that the armor that embraced her legs was getting wet. A sigh escaped her.
There was no skinwalkers to fight. No bad guys to chase. Not even predators to challenge. It was just...quiet. It was nice but almost too nice for the warrior in training. She marched on against the stream's futile current. Her hooves that normally saw battle did nothing more than stir some fish from their sleeping areas.
Taineela was alone. Normally she was used to meeting someone, doing a job, and leaving but this was a new loneliness. Not even birds sang for the sun hid behind clouds heavy with rain.
"Wonder when that is going to burst?" she asked the monochrome clouds. She knew they wouldn't answer but at least she tried to break the silence only disturbed by the bubbling voice of the steam. She pressed on. Whenever the sky did decide to open she would need shelter. And the water was not shelter.
Poe-tae-toee
I did the thing sweatdrop