Redhawk Caldera If peeing your pants is cool, consider me Miles Davis

Like her brother, Wildfire didn't much like the sensation of the warm pee soaking her underside. When he backed off her, she immediately flipped onto her belly, then began wriggling on the grass in an effort to wipe it off herself. When she stood, she was still damp. Thoughtlessly, she tried to insert her head between her legs to lick herself dry while still standing. She ended up falling over, though she never ceased her grooming. Wildfire simply thrust one leg in the air like a cat, resting her weight on her other hip as she swiped her tongue over the warm, wet patches of fur.

When she was satisfactorily clean, she looked up. Nightjar looked as if he'd stuck his paw in an electric socket (not that Wildfire could know of this simile); his fur was puffed up to make him look twice his size. "Oowa," the younger puppy said, golden eyes admiring her brother's new hairstyle. "Aya con yew," she babbled, likely giving him some sort of compliment in their youthful goggledygook language.

But his new look wasn't meant to last long. The overcast sky had grown darker above the puppies while they played. Now, it began to drip large, cold raindrops. The rain shower was off to a slow start, though it would pick up pace in a few moments, turning into a full-blown rainstorm. Sensing this, the adults appeared and began to usher them into the den. They were too distracted to notice Nightjar's new haircut, even when Wildfire excitedly tried to point it out to them.

You can fade this here if you want, though I'd be happy to continue it inside too. :)