<strong>Location:</strong>The cave that was previously known as Panty Cave and now has no name<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>JD<br/><br/>The cave definitely had the scent of bear as they went inside, confirming that it was the same one the son of the Black Wind Bear had been using.  Thankfully, all the panties had been reclaimed, so now it was just a cave.  It would have been exceptionally difficult to find when JD was looking, but now that she had no need for it, naturally she'd just stumble upon it.  Fate could be a real dick sometimes.<br/><br/>Of course, that left the question of why the storm, because it wasn't a dick move.  If anything, it meant that JD was getting stuck in a cave with a model rather than having to head out and possibly be separated.  Anyone with a talent for seduction could see how someone with less scruples might manipulate the situation so that Tara would have to flee the rainstorm and be stuck with them until it lets up, giving the seducer plenty of time to put the moves on.  Of course, it was hard to believe that Fate itself would be so kind as to just give such an opportunity, especially when she knew that the storm wasn't the machinations of Fate, but some other force she hasn't yet identified.<br/><br/>Tara was definitely one that it was easy to want to put the moves on.  She was beautiful, but, as the conversation went on, she just didn't have a lot of experience with things.  Her family kept her pretty sheltered and content, not wealthy as Scions knew the word but definitely keeping their daughter comfortable.  She didn't know how to seduce, but things like makeup, dresses, and accessories all enhanced a naturally exceptional appearance.  "You should see me when I'm properly dolled up," she insisted, as if she was hideous in anything less than perfection.<br/><br/>Her heels were ruined, and she was coming to terms with that in her own way, preferring the heels to giving them up and going barefoot entirely.  Further in, she tripped over something: a dark bedroll the same color as the rocks, large enough for a bear to lay upon, or two people staying close together.  "Why is there...?" she started to ask, then just sighed and shook her head, too worn out by the crazy of the day to handle things.  Where JD was a survivor who could handle anything, Tara was having a much harder time holding together.