Perpetual gloom and heavy rain all day was finally driving him back to the more inner reaches of their home. Earlier on, the redwoods had served as some cover from it, but it had worsened steadily towards the tail end of his efforts. He'd trudged on through the sheets of water until he could barely even smell himself for all the saturation. When the wind picked up again, and this time with a new vigorous bite to it, he took that hint, concluded his scope of their boundaries, and turned his heading towards the cavern as lightning cracked overhead just to drive the point home.

Soaked and dripping, he finally moved into the cover and out of the rain with a great, heavy sigh. Relief came next, just to be out of the elements in full. After, the pale wocha set to surveying the cavern for the other residents--in part to ensure that his family was keeping dry, and second to reluctantly admire the thick humidity in here. He knew he wouldn't be drying off entirely any time soon.

He shook his coat out best he could, then moseyed deeper in.

After being out in the weather for so long, it was taking time to readjust to not being pelted with rainwater and wind. That, and his muscles were steadily cooling down too, and he was changing gears entirely as he wound down. This was a much different setting, relatively peaceful, quaint by comparison, and he could smell his family all over.. so he could relax, ease it off..

Sight of Dalia coaxed a low, fond rumble from the back of his throat, and his ears were perked happily to her greeting. "Hey little flower," he crooned softly, reaching down to press his muzzle against her cheek. It wasn't so typical to find her alone, without Portia or Sirio or both immediately near her side (a glance upward and past her did confirm that for him). This, at least, led him to believe they were not too far away. He had missed them each out on his rounds, she was just the first he'd get to find. "Keeping dry in here, I hope?" he asked, also beginning to wonder what she was up to in the first place. But, much of this would go right over her head if he kept saying too much. "It's getting bad out there," Dio explained with a gesture in the direction he had come in from, his trail of wet pawprints and dripping coat on display for an example.

Outside maintained its steady shower and he followed her small steps carefully. To find her interested in the storm came as no surprise, not while knowing her mother's interest in them, but the pale Wocha's ears fell back in anticipation when lightening illuminated the skies. The rumble followed scarcely a heartbeat after, creasing his brow as it did and he protectively had loomed just a little closer to her--not that it would matter, for she came recoiling back to between his legs almost faster than his eyes could follow. "Don't worry, we're safe in here," he assured her, even knowing that much of his meaning may be lost in his words. The protective, yet relatively relaxed stance (threaded carefully with a gentleness he did not often practice to the keenest eye) just may say enough. He trusted the cliffs, and by extension this cave.

They would weather this here and wait for brighter days. Soon, they'd return, and he could romp in the sunshine with his growing, lovely pups.

Reaching down below himself, he softly nudged her shoulder. "It probably won't be nice outside again for a while," he sad with his ears splaying out, none too pleased about it either. But as it were, the weather wasn't something they could argue with. "Let's go find Mama and Sirio until the thunder stops, hm?" he offered, beginning to step away from her, though hesitated to make sure she was ready for her cover to move with him.