Marissa disliked the rain.

"Hated" would have been a bit of a strong word to use, but she certainly wasnt a fan of it. Her thick chocolate coat got soaked easily, making her feel even heavier, bulkier and sluggier than her original frame. Plus, the rain washed all the scents away of potential prey. And apparently, all scents of common threats too - for whilst running, she came straight across the path of another wolf without even realising it, very nearly colliding into her. 

She froze, taking up a semi defensive position, not quite wanting to meet the other wolf in the eyes. Other wolves were rare, and ususally spelt bad news - did she stumble across another's territory without realising it? Surely she couldn't have been that oblivious? Is the new wolf going to call for backup to tear her to shreds? Was she about to die now?

"I'm... Sorry" Marissa said, backing away cautiously to a safe distance.