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a soft laugh escapes him at sundance's uncertain whine. he reaches down to gently groom his son's crown, feeling momentarily overwhelmed by the love of his children. "it's okay," ariel murmurs reassingly, looking back up to the rainfall, "it's only rain, little dove, it can't hurt us here." to demonstrate, he rises slightly, enough to reach a paw out into the downpour and pull it back quickly, bringing some water with it. he holds his now wet paw to sundance curiously to allow the child to examine it, if he wishes.