Two Rivers Isle AND I'M LIKE; YOU SON OF A FUCKING MALFOY

His company was encouraging, his encouragement empowering. Vassago was the basement for Pyro's courage, and without his support the kid would have probably been left behind a long time ago. Licks behind his ear pushed him even further, it became a game in little time, and the dripping from the den's ledge making a curtain of water at the entrance looked more like fun now that two or so minutes before. The kid placed a paw outside the den, feeling the tingling of the rain for the first time on his skin, but looked back with lolling tongue and a wavy tail when he realized he was probably pushing too far. Was it okay to go outside? He did not speak, but the question was loud in his eyes, and the recipient unmistakably Burke. Malice had assured there was no danger in the rain, but Burke had always seemed to have an apprehension for water ever since the river incident.