Sun Mote Copse Dance-off, bro. Me and you.

Pox hadn't been particularly bothered by the thunderstorm. Actually, he hadn't even been aware they'd had a thunderstorm seeing as he'd slept like a rock through the whole thing. Fin had even tried to wake him, thinking to take he and his siblings nearer to the mouth of their den so they could see the lightning. But he hadn't moved at all except to twitch his back toes once in mid air as some aspect of his dream required use of his little peet.

By the time the loudmouths arrived, Pox was waking from his slumber. He stretched his limbs out as far from his plump little body as he could reach, and then he was up and bounding outside to see what all the fuss was about. He raced without hesitation through the puddles and planted himself excitedly in front of Maia--a near stranger to him (I think?), which obviously didn't perturb him in the slightest. He giggled at the mess she was making and raised a paw to try it out himself, his giggles bursting into laughter as a wave of water splashed up into his own face.