Swiftcurrent Creek the black lips

Ferdie Von Pelt was very concerned for the change of weather, if not for any reason but that rain made him wet and he hated grooming water from his pelt. He was making a beeline toward his shared den, hoping desperately to get there before the sky’s loosed the torrent it was threatening.

Eyes on his prize he very nearly stumbled on top of Bones, saving himself was an agile leap and then turning around to stare at her. ”Bones, shouldn’t you take shelter before the rain hits?” He made absolutely no move to leave her here but he did wish to usher her inside the den if there were room.