Wapun Meadow don't you bleed out an apology, you'll always be a liar to me

Svalinn could hardly stand to be left behind these days. His ballooning paws itched to follow the suit of his foster parents whenever they went, and without any stern declarations for him to stay behind, they could always find him playing in their shadows. 

He let Caiaphas go out of sight as she began to quest for Ephraim; but in recalling no order to remain there after she had looked over them and counted one missing, he dove from the cave's mouth and pounced in the general direction she'd gone with pomeranian leaps. The heavy moisture accumulating in the air distracted him, so he was well behind his intended target when the rain started up.

He yelped once as he was caught off guard by the landing of a fat, cold drop of water in his eye, but it didn't send him careening home just yet. He tucked his tail, surprised but unhurt, and scurried away from the spot while the storm railroaded in and flattened his dandelion puff. He tried to course-correct in the direction of Caiaphas, and quickened his stub-legged pace in a flawed attempt to find her.