Dragoncrest Cliffs fumble through the fog for a season or two

No worries! I'ma wrap, since we've got the new one. :)

Bat had scarcely begun to smile at this welcome new development when Wildfire reappeared, nudging Blixen's cheek in thanks and saying, "We're gonna take shelter," just before latching onto the pup's scruff. Bat made a peeping sound as she was hoisted into the air. As she swung from her mother's jaws, she batted at the raindrops and stuck her tongue out too.

When she was unceremoniously stuffed back into the log a few moments later, Bat squalled a single note of protest. She wanted to be outside in the rain! "Settle down, Ror," Wildfire admonished, a note of amusement in her voice that she should have to use those words with this particular child. "You can sit by the entrance and watch but don't go outside." Thus the Goufa plopped at the edge of their cylindrical wooden home and gazed happily at the late spring shower.