Sawtooth Spire here goes the cold water

With the encouragement of both himself and Pingasut, Sita seemed to calm a little bit and gravitate towards the food provided for them. The second clap (which had not been quite as loud as the first) stalled the last born again and yet it was as if the other boys had no patience for this. Ping shoved him forward and Ata grasped the boy's ear with his teeth to try and pull him in the direction of food. One did not have a great amount of patience, however, and he eventually split away from the others to go eat and fill his belly, not quite noticing the first drop of rain or two.

His father's voice made him pause, looking at him with an inquisitive stare, muzzle dirtied wth the residue of his meal. Th...under? His eyes flickered to the sky, wondering, not yet connecting the dots. He would soon, and he certainly would if it was repeated for him. For now though, he went back to his food and would have continued eating until he was full had he not been interrupted again. This time, the interruption was not either of his parents or brothers (Malrok was keeping to himself quite a bit right now) but something wet and cold.

A drop landed quarely on his nose, causing the boy to start and looik around, though another growl left him as the sky gave another loud peal of thunder. If it was a threat, he would scare it off and if it was nothing to worry about, he would learn that too; for now, he was being assaulted by rain, his fur slowl soaking up each drop that landed upon him.