Swiftcurrent Creek the black lips

The curtain of rain arrived, sweeping and billowing. Bones closed her eyes against the initial onslaught, then carefully opened them as she adjusted to the pummeling rainfall. It felt cold but refreshing. Her fur would be clean and glossy after all was said and done, not that the juvenile particularly cared for that sort of thing.

For all her enjoyment, Ferdie did not seem to like the rain at all. She felt sorry for him and thought about suggesting they find shelter after all, but then she decided she could maybe talk him into enjoying the rainstorm. He was already wet anyway.

"It's not that bad!" she said cajolingly. "Have you ever danced in the rain, Ferdie? C'mon!" She jumped to all fours and began to chase her tail, whirling and twirling as the water fell from the sky. It was dizzying but invigorating. When she finally stopped, she stumbled sideways, laughing when one paw slipped into the creek's swelling shallows.

"I'm from Tortuga," she shouted above the storm, "a place of pirates, pillaging and plundering!" She left it at that, pausing to wipe some clinging water from her eyelashes and then looking to Ferdie to see if he'd join her in her rain-shower ballet.