Sunbeam Lair Could you be more elusive

Whether things ebb or not, he is soon distracted by the sound of the clouds — they sound as if they are tearing in to pieces outside, and suddenly the rain is ten times worse. The spitting rain has become a frigid downpour, and while Tulimaq is content with the cold and unafraid of inclement weather, he is pleased to have gotten away from it for the time being. He's staring at the entryway to the grotto as the rain pours down, and the scents outside began to dampen until they were also quite muted.

That meant, of course, that the cave was the safest place at the moment. It was warmer than outside, and growing warmer the longer the two wolves shared space. Tulimaq began to relax out of habit; he was accustomed to living with a horde of wolves even after the many weeks of exploration and fixation upon the valley. He missed the camaraderie of Tartok. So, in a bid to be more accommodating to the silent female, he murmurs to her: I am sorry for invading your space, but I am glad to avoid the rain.