Sawtooth Spire here goes the cold water

Tonravik thought nothing of her cubs moving beneath her to observe the literal waterworks except for a moment, where she combated between disappointment and acceptance. That they moved beneath her meant they were intelligent rather than frightened, she rationalized, knowing their coats were not yet at the point where they would not fall sick from becoming too wet. Soaked to the bone seemed a legitimate possibility for the thinly-furred cubs.

When the rain began to fall in one thick sheet, she stood on all fours and adjusted her hindquarters , keeping her frame above her boys as an umbrella and ushering them toward their father. The second-born had entered the depths of the den quietly, and she waited for the final two to rush indoors now that they were prompted to.