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Not yet in total control of his actions, the uncomfortable Nightjar was unable to smooth his pelt out. Every attempt to place his hair back down resulted in him puffing up again, clearly affronted by the urine soaking his underside. As he wasn't quite clever enough to follow Wildfire's example, he was left to stand there, soaked and miserable, until the sky started to fall.

The first plop of a raindrop on his backside sent a shocked shiver through Nightjar's body. The adults hardly had to usher him inside, for another drop on his head was enough to send him scampering into the den with his tail curled between his legs. Rain was natural, as he would soon learn, but his present condition coupled with the unknown water source scared him to death.

One of the two dutiful parents soon smelled the urine that was drying on his underside and swept him up to clean him, then deposited him next to his siblings. The fright from the rain was gone, but in its place, exhaustion crept in. Without even trying to engage Wildfire further in play, the boy curled up right where he was and fell fast asleep within seconds.