herding cats in a hurricance

"Bazi was starting to wonder if Swift even knew how to be scared," bwhaha you'll see ;)

When he had finished nosing through his mother's fur, which did not take long given his currently short attention span, he awkwardly slid down her back (because Swift had yet to develop any kind of grace) landing in a sprawl on the ground between Bazi and the den entrance. He gathered his feet, but he did not take off this time. With his nose to the ground he slowly started checking out the rain on the dirt, his salmon tongue poking out to taste it, too. The storm continued to brew, and a loud clap of thunder caused him to duck and his head too whip around to look toward the noise. He blinked as the wind blew and the rain started to hit him. For a moment he simply stood, but then he felt the cold and backpedaled until his rump brought up against his mother.