The rain had stopped for the time being but it had left in its wake quite a few lovely mud puddles, the red dust quickly turning into red paste. Phobia was busy getting himself absolutely covered in the mud. It felt heavy on his pelt but good luck convincing a young pup that he'd regret it later when he had to be cleaned up before he was allowed to lay down to sleep. That was a problem future Phobia would have to learn about, for now he was having a blast, splashing and rolling around. But that could only keep him occupied for a short while. Once he was pretty thoroughly covered he started looking around for a sibling, someone he could either convince to join him or someone he could lob a mud ball at if they were less inclined to get messy themselves. Oh look! A sister! Phobia couldn't imagine Elara would ever stoop to playing in the mud, she had a much too high opinion of herself to agree to that. So victim it was! He quickly gathered up a pile of mud he thought he could throw pretty well and then hunkered down, waiting for his sister to get closer and praying he was harder to see now that he had painted himself the same colour as the ground.
