Dragoncrest Cliffs songs about rain

When the commander suggested their pack mates could look after the pups, protests sprang to her lips. But Wildfire pressed them closed, swallowing the words. Slowly, a little reluctantly, she climbed to her feet. She peered down at the children sprawled willy-nilly at her feet. Artaax and Blixen were breathing slow and deep. Little Robin's flanks and feet were twitching as if he were having an exciting dream. The Bandrona bent closer, tipping a large ear toward him, listening to his little huffs of breath with a smile quirking her lips.

She lifted her head after a moment and locked eyes with Thuringwethil even as she sucked in a breath. "Okay, let's do this." She glanced at Tirgatao, then back to the commander. "I don't mind a little rain if you don't. There's actually something I want to talk to you about," Wildfire admitted, taking an ever-so-sluggish first step toward the cave's mouth.