Sawtooth Spire here goes the cold water

The storm might have been in its infantile stage, but the kids were having none of it. Sitamat, who'd already escaped to pose as a miniature Tonravik between her arms, was hardly bothered by it. While he was generally a cautious sort, there was something about Tonravik's presence that seemed to soothe him. A twinge of jealousy flickered through him as he realized he was not the choice creature of comfort, but the thoughts were quickly dismissed as Ping discovered the light sprinkle of rain.

Consistent to the way he'd reacted to the creek, boy-fox was having none of it. Iqniq licked his lips, cleaning off the remains of the rabbit from his maw as he too hoisted himself to a sit. He watched the miniature him try to dance around the drops and eventually squirm beneath Tonravik's paws. Iqniq lifted a brow to her and snorted. Ears flicked as he rose and lowered himself to stretch. Up dog. Down dog. He worked each limb to his leisure while Ata ran around barking at the storm and snapping at rain drops.

Like a wall of water the rain swept over them at a more rapid fall. Time to go inside. He snatched up Ata by the scruff, stealing him away from his battle with the storm as he carried the boy back inside the den. He placed him in a corner and made a wall of his body as he glanced back to see if Tonravik needed any additional assistance with the remaining two. Something told him Ping might be quick to sprint back inside as soon as he realized it was an option, but he couldn't be sure. All the same, he made his body a solid force to let the others in while refusing to let Ata back out. His duel with the storm could wait until the boys coat was adult enough to weather the storm.