Hoshor Plains shots and squats

Wet and tumbly, the overwhelming combination of emotions was further perpetuated by a nip from her sibling. She yelped again. The sound escaped from her mouth before she could comprehend why she'd made it save to alarm whoever might be near that she was not fond of the rain nor the interaction. And possibly that she was whiny. Also possibly complain-y. Or jumpy. Or whatever type of personality she'd eventually grow into.

She flipped, finding her stomach as she peered back into the rain. A face emerged from the curtain of water. The concept of object permanence was nothing she could currently grasp, so when fuzzy shape emerged in an unintentional form of peekaboo, she wailed again as she jumped back into her sister's form once more. Cuddling. Seeking warmth. Seeking comfort in something she knew if only from competing for the excess amount of resources they now shared given half their number had been exterminated.

Somewhere in there, her undeveloped mind was sorting together the early concept of fear.