Wapun Meadow golden blade

rain fell in grey billows, and it soaked ancelin from tip to tail in aggravating coldness.
he was a summer's boy; he did not look forward to the ice and the rain and the snow. what he enjoyed considering, however, was the springmelt, the thawing. the — dancing. yes.
his grin was diabolical as he went to ground, marking up wapun for no reason except he wanted to do something like that today.