The loner in the grasslands (OPEN)

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Rorick curled his lip irritably, growling back at his rumbling stomach. And to think, I was told that there was prey to found here, he thought to himself. There's nothing but grass and this dastardly rain! My coat is soaked!
In reality, it was a mere drizzle falling from the clouds above, and his coat was only damp. But Rorick's mood tended to change on a whim, affected by his surroundings and curcumstances, and right now, he was hungry and wet, therefore, his mood was dark indeed.
He tested the air with his nose; there was no trace of prey in the area, though the rain did smell quite good, not that he would admit that at the moment.
He tossed his head back and growled at the sky, "That lying buffoon!" He was referring to an old wolf he had met in the forest a while back. The scheming old brute had tricked Rorick that cold night (As far as Rorick was concerned) into giving him the rabbit Rory had caught in exchange for information on where to find better hunting ground. The hunting back there had not been great, and Rorick himself was certainly not a great hunter. The fact that Rorick had survived living as a loner most of his life was a miracle.
Why the old wolf had left the supposedly great hunting territory had been a mystery at the time, but the young loner figured it was a mystery no longer.

In any case, here he was, wet and miserable, and things didn't seem to be getting any better.
He cast his blue eyes to the distance, where he saw the faint outline of trees in the distance, barely visible through the rain and slight mist, the clouds a gray outline around them. Perhaps he would find some shelter there to wait out the storm that would surely get worse.
He shook out his dark gray pelt, sighed, then set off at a walk toward the distant trees.

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Goblin:

The gray weather and drizzling rain didn't make Goblin's mood any less depressing, in fact it just made it worse. The still chilly air of spring bit at her skin with no mercy, and her thin layer of soaked fur didn't help at all. She hadn't had any luck catching prey either and her empty stomach ceaselessly complained to her. Her weak limbs gave out under her as she stepped over a rock and slipped on the wet surface. With a dull thud her small thin body hit the ground and she lay there in despair for a few seconds. After she sighed she set her paws beneath her as firmly as she could and slowly stood. Her left side was completely covered in fresh mud and a soft grown escaped her lips.

Goblin couldn't take it anymore, she had been in this despicable mindset for too long, it was draining thinking about depressing thoughts all day long, so she was going to try and think about positive stuff now. What was good about the rain? Well, it gave life to the growing vegetation that was budding during this season, it was washing away the rest of the winter snow. What about the mud? Goblin frowned. Well, the mud was a good coverup for the ugly patterns that she so hated on her fur. She could just cover up the spots and say that she just got muddy and that her fur was actually pure white like her true liniage. What about her problem of hunger? What was good about that? Goblin suddenly lost her train of thought as she looked up and saw a gray wolf coming her way towards the tree line that she stood at the edge of.

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The rain was now coming down harder and the wind had picked up as Rorick neared the tree line. He had been walking, head down, pushing across the grassy plain, grateful for the relatively flat terrain. Had it been rocky, hilly terrain, he may have just given up and lay down, hoping a stray bolt of lightning would find him and end his predicament. That still seemed like an appealing option at present.
As it was, however, he continued to push forward, hoping against hope that he might find shelter and become dry again at some point in his life.

The young loner lifted his eyes to see that he had nearly arrived at his destination- a small wooded area.
As he searched the tree line for a promising shelter, his keen eyes caught a small movement to the side. He turned his head toward the area he had seen the movement, squinting through the rain, trying to keep the moisture out of his unprotected eyes.
Then he saw it; a small wolf at the edge of the trees, watching him. Rorick hastily quickened his pace in the direction of the stranger.

"Ho there!" He hollered above the rain as he drew close. Now he could see the other wolf clearly; she was quite a bit smaller than him, with a white coat splotched with mud- one entire side covered in the stuff.
He decided the wolf posed no threat to him, and if she did end up being a deadly assassin bent on his destruction, he would welcome the relief from the rain happily.
He drew up close to the female.
"Howdy!" he barked cheerfully, despite his mood. "Are you a secret admirer of mine? Stocking me, perhaps? Well, if you would so kindly direct me to some decent shelter somewhere around here, somewhere to get out of this dratted rain, I will give you all the information you want in exchange."
He gave her his best disarming grin, allowing his tongue to loll out the side of his mouth slightly.

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Goblin:

Looking out from the treeline, Goblin could see that the rain had begun to fall harder and the wind picked up, creating a rushing sound above her as the small leafed branches hit against each other. The bare branches didn't provide much protection either, and the small she-wolf was soon squinting to keep the water out of her eyes. She stood were she was and watched as the male come closer. He called out in a friendly greeting and seemed to have good intentions, but Goblin kept her guard up and took a step back just to be on the safe side. The dark gray male called out again with a smile on his face, if he had any ill will towards Goblin, he was very good at hiding it. The he-wolf had quickly approached her, and had come very close, too close for little Goblin to feel comfortable, and she ended up taking several steps backwards. Unfortunately while she had her focus on the male, she stepped over the same slippery rock and tripped over it once again, landing her rump in the mud on the other side. With a very surprised expression, the nervous she-wolf blushed because of her clumsiness, and not because of the unusual question he had asked her. Of course he could have simply taken it that she was blushing from his remark.

"Ah, Um, I wasn't admiring you- I mean, you are a very nice wolf, but I- I do not stalk strangers." Goblin proceeded to slowly stand to her toes again, her claws digging in the slippery mud as she continued to answer the male's questions. "I am sorry, but I don't know of any shelters around here, and I don't believe I need any information from you." She took a few steps to the side while glancing at the ground and back at the male. He really didn't seem to be a threat with his silly grin and cheerful attitude, but Goblin was always weary of first encounters with strangers. "I could help you find a shelter in the woods, for it is very wet out and I am not sure how much longer it will rain for." Her voice was soft and calming in contrast to the rain and wind that surrounded them. Goblin was still unsure of what he meant by information, was he a spy or something? However, she brushed that thought aside and managed a small smile towards the dark gray male.