Redhawk Caldera puddly puddles

The aftermath of the storm did not bother the pup much at all. It was easy for him to move on, since nothing bad had happened to him or those he cared for at all. The only thing that had been bothersome was being holed up underground with the whole rest of the pack: The pup had caught onto a lot of the fears in the minds of others, and it had felt tense on the inside -- while looking as calm as ever on the outside -- in their presence.

Now, though, they were out of that place again and with their little family. His carefree mother and slightly less carefree father were not often at odds with one another -- at least not when he was present -- and so the pup felt comfortable in their presence. Since he was quiet and obedient thus far, they did not need to be angry with him often, which made the pup feel relaxed most of the time. It did not realise that its development was behind on where it should be, and luckily had no siblings to compare to to figure it out either.

Today the pup had found that the storms had left many puddles in their wake. He was currently finding out what he thought of those puddles: The pup stood at the edge of one of the puddles and carefully dipped one paw into the puddle, ready to withdraw if the watery puddle would do anything unpleasant or if something dangerous would happen.