Noctisardor Bypass into dust first

maybe someone he hasn't officially met yet? :D

the pitter-patter of rain has been a constant over the past few days, despite that the it fluctuated on levels of rapidness. pingasut sniffs at the damp soil from the shelter of the birthing den mouth. it is musky and rich; turning the dry earth into slick mud that he isn't sure whether he is repulsed by it or tempted to slide into it. he retreats into the den and waits until there is a lapse in the rain and the sun, defiantly, blazes hot and apologetic in the sky though dark clouds swell and creep in the horizon. a sharp glimpse is sent skyward before he prances outside of the den, sidestepping the muck as best he can. the waterlogged grasses offer little resistance against the muck that dominates the floor of the bypass but it is enough to keep him paws from sinking into the mess all the same; pingasut is ...content enough with it though there is no other choice lest he return to the dry shelter of the den.