Sawtooth Spire here goes the cold water

He was watching the others take shelter when the hard rain came, soaking him through to the bone. He had time only to give his dark fur a good shake before Atatak picked him up and carried him in the den. Voicing his displeasure with this, the boy squirmed to no avail in the grasp of his father's jaws. He wasn't ready to go inside yet! "Atatak!" He cried angrily, fighting all the harder.

When he was set down, his father seemed to know what he was going to do and blocked him from making a mad dash towards the mouth of the den. Another try or two did not change this outcome, though he tried nonetheless until he resigned himself to the dry confines of the den. With a tiny huff, the eldest boy shook his fur out again before he sat rather grumpily near mother.