Stuck In These Memories

He grumbled at her for her laughter, but he wasn't annoyed or angry at her. More so at the weather that randomly decided to just pour everything everywhere. Like, why - Lykos yelped, aggravated whines spilling from his muzzle as he scrambled away from Mercy. He had just shaken himself dry when she did that! And she was giggling. Blasted woman. Huffing at her, he shook himself out again, feeling no guilt as the water she just flung at him went straight back towards her. With a sound of superior satisfaction, he threw himself down again with a thump next to her, a smile playing at the edges of his lips as he laid his head down on his paws. Then the silence would begin, but it was comfortable, with the soft patter of raindrops echoing on the roof of their make-shift den. He had never heard such a sound, but it was so comforting, and he could almost fall asleep... the boy yawned, eyes drifting close when the voice of Mercy intruded. He jumped slightly, head whipping to stare at Mercy... Rugrats? Huh? Oh, probably him and his siblings. "Four of us," he yawned. "Not including Mother. How many brothers or sisters do you have?" Curiosity tinged his voice. idly, he wondered what it was like to have a sister; he only had brothers.

"SPEAK"