Bearclaw Valley a predicament

The puddle he creates for himself is warmer than the rain so he promptly sits down in it, unbothered. The smell seeps in to his fur though and he doesn't like that very much. As the urine soaks in to the dirt at the mouth of the den the warmth vanishes, and he stands up again, looking down at his toes and wriggling them a moment, perplexed.

A few fat rain drops hit his eartips, causing them to bounce. He looks up, wide-eyed, somewhat fearful, in case more booming transpires—and sees something move. It is red, and as it slinks closer his focus is entirely locked upon it; he is reminded of Astyanax immediately and smiles, except this child is larger and more warmly decorated, even with the rain saturating their coat.

He steps towards them, his little tail beginning to whip back and forth.