Sawtooth Spire here goes the cold water

Rain started to fall. Oh no. He did not know what rain was but as the first few drops hit his fur and soaked down to his skin without interference he knew exactly what he was dealing with. He was dealing with wet, an unpleasant sensation that he first met when his father took him and his brothers to that stream, and his brothers decided to try to force him to play in it. Nope. He was not having any of this.

He lifted a paw as a drop struck it, flicking an ear as another came, ducked at a third, and even tried to move spots as if the rain only fell where there. But this was not the case, he could see the water assaulting his family too. "Gah!" he exclaimed as he darted toward the nearest form, which happened to be his mother and his brother who had already staked a claim between her paws. Too bad, the fox squeezed himself in, attempting to hide from the rain beneath their mother's broad chest.