Stone Circle Well, I've been afraid of changing

Selamuit had been in the middle of his midday meal, and was rather upset that his father was interrupting. But he was also excited to go outside. It was a rare occasion in the last couple of days. Siarut imprisoning them in the confines of the whelping den. He couldn't stand the thought of them wandering to far from him, and the dangers that lurked for such young pups. But he figured there were at least four adults outside, the one to one odds were in their favour today, and Siarut was finally letting them out.

Selamuit wagged his little tail as he stumbled toward the exit. His father spoke to him, but he didn't understand a lick of what was said. Instead he babbled away to himself "Bah bum buh bom." The boy mumbled as he continued the long trek to the edge of the den. But finally he made it. And it was raining! He had never seen rain before. His little jaw hung open as he stared at the clouds, trying to watch the droplets falling from the sky. He was so distracted he didn't recognize there were two new faces he had never met looming outside.