The rain beat down on the slate roof above Elyria's head. Elyria buried herself further down into the sheep pelts covering her bed. The fire died out several thunder claps ago. The rain poured for three days straight and she burned all of the wood in her hut.
She would stay abed until the storm passed. Each lightening flash made her jump. Her wolf cubs whimpered at her feet and covered their ears with their paws.
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