Sun Mote Copse We are all earthlings.

Flat ground- it was almost a relief. While it took a bit out of him to travel the distance between Moonspear and the Copse, Bronco still found the going got easier as the land flattened out, putting less pressure on his shoulders and ribs as he braced himself against the decline. He was surprised that the rain followed them- and in walking across ground that squelched noisily underfoot, he came to the realization that the rain had not, in fact, been something unique to mountain life. He wasn't sure how to feel about that...Relieved, a bit, knowing that it wouldn't always be rainy on the mountain, on account of the clouds, but a bit worried when he noticed just how ridiculously wet it was everywhere else. 

That being said, the yearling had no experience with flooding so he didn't think enough of the saturated grounds to fear that the forest might be in any way under threat of becoming a wetland. He wondered how the pack was taking it, given how unpleasant it was to have his toes sink into the watery mud near the borders. The mountain's slopes were slick, but at least the water was able to run off, there. 

Bronco considered joining his sister's howl but knew that it might pain his ribs, so he let her do the calling, and remained by her side, expectantly waiting for someone to eagerly come and make a fuss over their visit.