Luneshale Pass Immerse the baby's head

Since Delos' incident in the sun his mother had been quite strict about him going outside. However today the pass was clouded over, not a ray in sight. Rain was surely on the way.

Lanky, growing legs made their way along the side of the stream. The quiet trickle of water, the breeze against the rocks, it evaded him entirely, but he could still feel the cold land against his paws, still feel the wind as it brushed past his fur, and most importantly; it all smelled like home.

He looked forward to the warm weather his mother promised. He wanted to swim again.

Lifting his head, he gave his best practised howl to the clouds above.