Redhawk Caldera behind those eyes

The pup remained still, not moving as he started to get wet. It just waited until this, too, would pass; or perhaps if it lasted long enough it would decide to make a move back to being dry himself. He did not like the rain, but allowed it to happen, hoping it'd go away soon.

When he was grabbed, the pup limply allowed himself to be carried, not struggling. Once put down, the pup sniffed the air. It received a poke, and turned its head towards the source, although it did not make a sound. The scent told the pup that he was still safely with his parents, so it fell silent again, content to be back to safety.