it's a little late for a summer storm

As the rain drummed against the entrance of the den, Cadaver's gaze flickered to his mother. Her still recovering figure was nestled beneath an overhang, a small smile playing on her lips as she watched the cascading droplets outside. Her having kept her distance with Terror while being ill had been a difficult truth for him to accept. Even still, he felt a pang of irritation at her contentment; it seemed that even in the middle of a storm, she could find solace.

"Watching water fall from the sky," he started, his voice reverberating within the confined space. His split-colored appearance gleamed under the dim lighting, the stark contrast making him appear even more intimidating than usual. "Doesn't seem like the most productive use of time, does it?" His dark half stared at her with critical eyes, the golden design flickering beneath his fur catching in the low light of the den.

"Cadaver Nightwing"