Dragoncrest Cliffs he has the holy fire of the gods within him

He insisted he didn't need a bath, after surreptitiously glancing in their mother's direction. Bat cocked her head, wondering at the distressed look in his eye. Didn't Silkie like baths? She enjoyed them herself, whether it was one of their mothers administering one with their tongues or—a bit more preferably—a dunk in a nearby puddle. A little furrow appeared between her mercurial eyes.

But then Silkie rose onto all fours, posing a question which derailed her thoughts about bath time. Bat's eyes sparkled at the mention of the word "play." She straightened up and regarded her litter mate with a thoughtful look as she scrolled through a mental list of fun games (all of them involving water in some capacity).

"Splash fight!" she crowed after a moment of deliberation, swiping a damp paw at his white shoulder before making an about face and romping toward a small pool of water gathered in a natural divot in the ground not far from where Wildfire kept watch. "C'mon!" she chirped to Silkie before hopping into the shallow water and enthusiastically stomping all four feet.