Swiftcurrent Creek yo la tengo

Somebody Fox hasn't met, maybe?

Outside, the rain pitter-pattered on the ground. It had been like this all day, and Fox had hoped that it would stop and allow her to exit the den without becoming a wet mess, but it seemed that was not to be her fate. Her bladder was becoming more and more aggravated, and it was with great disdain that the yearling pushed forward from the comfort of her den and into the miserable weather. At least the nippiness of the season seemed to have subsided, leaving them with warm rain, rather than cold.

Fox's own liquids mixed with that of the earth, and the girl let out a contented sigh once she was finished. Now that she was up and about, she felt there was no reason to return to her den. Blinking away a raindrop that fell just above her eye, the leader sang out to let others know she was nearby and seeking the company of one of her fellows.