Rain may as well be just about the last damn thing she needed. Citlali's breath hitched as she cautiously stepped over the forest floor, her limbs pawing at every obstacle lest she fall over.

Unfortunately, sightless groping could only get her so far. Her paw got caught against a root, and down did she fall, descending onto the damp woodland floor like a dove shot mid-flight. Fur of silver and ivory spilled around her frame.

Frustration filled her gaze, her brows furrowed—this was all too much. This new realm she had to familiarize herself with, this time alone—no one was around to help her walk, to bring her food, which she could not hunt herself. Not even to tell her whether a berry was poisonous or not, rendering foraging useless.

Her limbs bunched together. Her chin rested upon her paws.

Just when everything couldn't possibly seem any worse, down fell the rain, seeping into her fur and nipping her tender skin with frigid moisture.