Bearclaw Valley as one generation comes to life, another dies away.

The boy tried to make a break for it out of the den mouth, lured by the alien sound of rain hitting the dirt; the smell of it intrigued him too but it was the incessant staccato nature of the stampeding drops that did the trick. All he cared for in that moment was the invasive swarming of that sound, so much like the beating of many hearts — or his dreams, where he is cold and drifting and content — that he does not think of bringing @Astyanax with him; but he takes advantage of @Astara's absence in that moment and plunges from the dark, in to the gloaming.