Northstar Vale Come on, guys! Early worm gets the. . .worm.

set earlier this afternoon

Today, Lilitu was getting herself gloriously, incredibly filthy by jumping from puddle to puddle.

The rain had started, and it wasn't letting up. She spent her time either playing around in it, or watching the deluge from the shelter of the den (drying off from her last excursion, naturally). She did miss the sunshine, the singing of birds, but this was an interesting change. And to let it go by without taking full advantage would be foolish.

Raindrops spattered down upon her head, trickling down her growing muzzle. They darkened the silvers in her fur to nearly black, and the black hues grew even more pronounced. But there was a nice thin coating of mud and grass to go along with the darkening of her fur—Ibis was sure gonna love cleaning her girl up later.

Splish-splash-splosh. Like a game of hopscotch, Lilitu leapt from one pool of water to the next. Then she spotted a blob of brown-green by a tall patch of grass nearby and oh get this. . .it had eyes. What we know as a frog became her new favorite obsession, and she sailed toward it, continuing on even as it began to hop frightfully away.