splish splash I was (NOT) taking a bath

Oblivious to the rest of the world, the young male busied himself with the different types of splashes he could make. He could jump as high as possible, and smack all four paws into the water as he landed, and that made a loud splash that sent water everywhere! Or, he could dig in the puddle super fast, and kick mud behind him! His favourite was smacking the water with his front paws, though. He could tap out a type of rhythm with his paws while he did, and that was way better than just making any kind of splash.

The feminine voice that announced itself behind him was a shock, and for a moment he thought it was his mum, coming to put him back to bed. So when he spun around and found his aunty there, his wide eyes immediately blinked shut as a relieved sigh whooshed out of him. Just like that, all was well. He perked right back up, grinning broadly at his aunty. Quite a sight, no doubt, his ivory fur stained red with hoodoo mud and dripping with water. "Thanks aunty Venom!" he crowed, tail wagging with delight. "Splashing is fun when you don't have to share the puddles." he admitted, ears tipping back as he remembered his brawls with his siblings over the choice puddles near the den earlier in the day.

"Are you doing Empress stuff now?" the boy asked with a tilt of his head, taking a moment to look over her shoulders for anyone else. Most importantly, there weren't any parents hiding behind her. So she must be up to Empress business, not "scolding nephews for sneaking out" business.