Hoshor Plains Pluviophile

Covered areas were rare in the plains where the Dotharan wolves lived, for they were beings that liked being directly under the sky without any form of cover such as trees or mountains shielding them from the top of the world, where the sun, the moon and their ancestors lived and ran. Obviously, the plains weren't entirely without cover so other lesser animals who did not like the droplets of water fell from the sky could avoid being splattered by rain. Some Dotharan probably didn't like the drizzle either, but Azzaro didn't mind it.

He only cared about things that were important to him, rain was not one of them and he didn't see why he shouldn't go about doing the things that he liked to do just because of some water. So he did what he always did; he did whatever he wanted to do whenever he wanted to do it.

But today the flood was especially deep which caused him to feel just a tiny bit annoyed as he trudged right into the deep water which soaked half of his legs and made sure that he would be wet for a long time after the rain stopped. However, Azzaro continued to brazenly strode forward, ivory eyes scanning his surroundings as he remained as alert as ever. A flare of his nostrils alerted him of the Khal's presence and a moment later, he caught the stocky form of Rakharo walking through the flood too.

The yearling chuffed, announcing his presence to his leader.