Sepirah was a desert creature, and therefore did not like the rain by any stretch of the imagination. Her coat, while fairly thick, was plushy and light in places and short and slick in other places. Granted, she was thankful her coat was at least slightly better suited to the great white North than pure bred African canines. But even so, thunder and lightening was not something she liked either. And it was by her own misfortune and perhaps her own laziness (for she really should have made this journey earlier, when it wasn't so wet) that she'd bee caught outside in it. Thankfully her lupus form was a speedy thing, allowing her to dash towards the mansion. It didn't do anything to help her aside from getting to the warmth quicker, she wouldn't get any less wet than if she had been standing in the rain purposely.
Sepirah stumbled down the hallway, her paws numb and unsteady from the cold. There was a thin glow of light coming from the library and so, for some reason, Sepirah moved over in that direction. She slipped through the doorway, still dripping with rain water, her ears slicked back against her dark fur. 'Oh, Ithi...' she said, her greeting coming out strangled and choked. She coughed, clearing the iciness and rain water from her throat. 'You got caught short too?'
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