Broken Boulder may i first just say i'm sorry

He felt the nips at his legs even when he had been successful at rolling the Governor over. Carefully he moved back around to face Alarain better, to watch him laying in the wildflowers. It had been such a peaceful scene that was only ruined by the soft fall of rain.

Ulf lowered himself to the earth with the intent of tucking himself against the wolf's side. It's raining. He spoke in a voice that didn't dare reach above the whisper. Did the rain mean that their romp in the flowers was over? Or was it just getting started?