Dawnlark Plains and the king of all, sir duke!

unlike her brother, kasatka took great joy in the thundering of the clouds and the near-silent whisper of rain.  every once in a while she would poke her head from the mouth of the den and wonder at where in the world she was getting wet from.  baths had always come from mommy and daddy; never before had they come from the sky.

she turned to eventide, cocking her head this way and that, like, "dude, did you see that?"