Dander blinked up at the thinning clouds as she huddled in a tight feral ball under the roots of a massive overturned oak tree. She twitched her thick fur, spraying off the rest of the rain that had collected in it.
"Finally," she said to herself, and slowly got to her paws and stretched. It had been a long night and a long morning, as she'd had no one to talk to and had been in the small shelter for fear of her tiny body being swept away in the floods. Now she poked her head eagerly between the roots, sniffing at the fresh air. A light drizzle, the last of the rain, pattered onto her nose.