[Fenn]

Elkmane stepped out underneath the rain, pelt instantly rippling at the few cold drops that soaked through his fur to his skin. How was it that every meeting that Dawnstar called, rain seemed to creep up into? The tom flattened his ears against the back of his head and stalked his way towards the grimpeak, breathing into his mouth the newly introduced moisture from the air.

Still relatively early in the gathering process, he moved his way up to the front, sweeping his tail around his foreleg as he worked his way into a seated position. The rain hadn't quite brought any ferocity yet, a few spits here and there, not enough to shrink back, but not quite enough to be entirely comfortable.

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