Sun Mote Copse You may think at first I'm as mad as a hatter

Plink-plink-plink. There was a new sound outdoors, one that hadn't ever been there before, at least not in the pup's memory. She was dozing, sprawled out on the den floor, but her ears were alert enough that with every plink, they twitched. This continued for some time. Plink. Twitch. Plink. Twitch.
Baah! she grumbled eventually, having grown annoyed with her own reflexes. She'd tried her very best to keep her eyes squeezed shut and ignore the sound, but the novelty of it tugged too strongly at her curiosity. Slowly, she blinked them open. A sidelong slide of her gaze surveyed the other inhabitants of the den before she got clumsily to her paws and made her way to the den entrance.
The plinking changed to a crackling, static sort of sound when Alyx poked her head out of the den and felt rain drops on her face for the first time. They were cold and sudden, causing her to withdraw with a gasp, but no pain or other negative consequence followed. In fact, she snaked out her tongue and tasted nothing but water on the side of her muzzle. Taking her chances, Alyx creeped out of the den.
Only to step immediately in a puddle of mud that had formed just outside. The feeling of it squelching between her toes and slicking through her fine fur made her freeze on the spot, hackles rippling with discomfort. EWWWwwwwuh! she whined, giving her foot a vigorous, displeased shake.