Looking for the answers in the pouring rain

It was purely chance that had Tornach nearby the cave - he'd been spending most of his time lately on the moors, but he had left to resupply the one of the herbs he had been treating Aiden with that the moor couldn't supply. He'd managed to locate a stand of the plant and harvest a few before the sky unexpectedly opened up, drenching both himself and the falcon on his shoulder. If it had just been himself, he might have been indifferent to the wet and continued with his work, but he was concerned for the falcon's still fragile health, so he'd headed swiftly towards the cave he recalled being here. He did hesitate at the entrance, worried about possibly being trapped in the cave by flood waters, but decided that the rain was unlikely to continue long enough for there to be a worry with the tide still in the process of retreating. He was surprised to find the cave not only already occupied, but occupied with his littermate. "Baine? What are you doing so far from your pack?" He blinked at her in confusion, while rainwater dripped from both himself and the falcon. After all, he distinctly remembered his mother's rule about leaving the packlands without permission, packed in among the other rules that he'd been unable to stomach, and the last thing he'd want would be for his tiny littermate to get herself in trouble.