Sawtooth Spire here goes the cold water

Iqniq made quick work of the rabbit. When Tonravik offered up the last of the four she'd initially collected, Iqniq rose to accept it with a subtle nod of thanks. He settled more closely to her this time, careful to avoid the splattering of the meal that was offered to the kids. It reeked a little too much for his liking, but he ignored it and instead left his nose to the blood from the rabbit and the electric air of the storm.

Thunder rolled. The pups growled or cowered at the sound. One day, he knew they'd think nothing of it, but it was amusing to watch them try to figure out what was going on now. "Thunder," he murmured between bites as if giving a name to the sound in Tonravik's tongue would better explain what was happening. Then again, the word was just as new as the sound. It likely wouldn't make sense.

The clouds were illuminated by lightning. The whole earth lit up for a split second before falling back into a hazy shade of pre-storm gray. Iqniq lifted his ears, waiting for the next crack of thunder to give him an idea of how far the storm was from their present location. Thunder rolled. Close, but not close enough to matter quite yet.

As soon as he thought it, the light pitter patter of rain set in. It was sprinkling just enough for the odd drop here and there to splatter across his hide. He glanced towards Tonravik. They should probably move the kids in soon, but while the storm was still in its infantile stages, he had no issue with letting the pups experience rain for the first time. It wasn't falling hard enough currently to matter to him, but if she felt differently he'd follow her lead. For now, he contented himself with the rabbit. He was intent on finishing it before moving inside.