Lost Creek Hollow there's so much you have to know

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Unlike Sionnach, who was confined to the indoors due to her tiny puppy status and inability to regulate her temperature properly like a normal wolf, Deshyr was free to roam whilst the heavens weeped upon the Hollow. She didn't mind the rain one bit, though it had gotten quite old by the afternoon and there were no signs of it letting up anytime soon. She was soaked to the bone and muddied up to her elbows by the time the eldest Frostfur daughter grew sick enough of bounding through the water-logged grounds and decided to see what Liffey & Co. were up to.

Oh nevermind, it was just Co. this time.

As Deshyr came up to the den she spied the flash of cream that was Sionnach near to the den's entrance. Did they know they weren't allowed out yet? Could their puppy brains even decipher between right and wrong? Oh well, Deshyr would fill in the fun police role while their mother was out. But she'd be like, the cool fun police. The good cop to Liffey's bad cop. She fell onto her stomach just before the den's mouth with a squelch sound, shaking out her head a little so she wasn't quite so sodden. "Dreary ol' day, isn't it?" she chirped, hoping to coax her sister closer.