Redhawk Caldera maybe we can live with our sins.

After another moment or two, Towhee managed to right herself and stand on all fours, little toes digging into the slippery slime of the creek bottom as water poured off her small body. Goose entirely forgotten, she looked down at herself, curious about the state of her waterlogged pelt, then looked up when she felt the water begin rippling around her legs. Her godmother had come to stand over her, a concerned but reassuring expression on her face.

Towhee tried to wag her tail, which felt heavier than usual and whipped little arcs of water back and forth. Hi! she mouthed up at Finley, looking into the Alpha female's eyes for a moment before glancing downward. She splashed one of her forepaws in the water, then looked right back up at her godmother again as if to ask, What's this? She had drunk water before, even splashed in puddles, but somehow water seemed like an entirely new and different entity now that she was (covered) in it.