stranger danger

The rain had soaked his pelt completely – it clung to his large form, making him appear far lankier than normal. Only wet like this when he took to swimming in larger bodies of water (which was not often) Scimitar had to resist the urge to sit down upon the muddy ground and scratch away the itch that seemed to consume him.
 
Instead, the regal was far more intent upon reaching his family. The others, as few as they were, seemed keen on remaining within shelter, as he had hoped they would, and now it was time for the cinnamon Alpha to do the same. Coming down the path to his den, he noticed a flash of white just as a clap of thunder erupted above them – quickening his pace, the Frostfur cast his bright eyes upon his mate, giving her a hesitant grin at his ragged appearance.