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What had started out as a glorious Spring morning was ruined by cloud, which crept in with the promise of rain. Sundance and his brothers were shepherded underground by their guardian when the distant rumble of thunder grew nearer and the skies dimmed considerably. He curled up lazily with his siblings, content to doze for a while to wait out whatever storm might pass through, until the time came for the family to play outside again.

The silver babe woke to the pitter-patter of rainfall above, and a soft lobe twitched as he propped his pale chin atop Reif's peppered shoulders to listen. There was something soothing about the sound, he felt - a familier warmth that accompanied the lull of his mother's voice when she sung him to sleep or the soft kisses to his brow.

He lay there for a time before curiosity got the better of him and, unfurling from his brothers to venture quietly toward the hollow's entrance, Sundance peeked out into the gardens to watch the water with wide-eyed wonder as it fell from the willows above.