too bad there aren't any cliffs here

Maelstrom chooses to ignore the fiery-coated girl. Maybe if he was good enough at it, she would just go away. Instead, he focuses on his task. With the rain continuing to drizzle around him, leaving his downy puppy fur vulnerable to the elements, he was eager to get dry sooner than later. As the droplets dampen his body, it dampens the world around him. Birds and rodents alike cower in the thicker branches and brush, attempting their own best at keeping dry. Larger animals huddle in groups, sticking to the shadows, away from predator’s eyes.

Right now though, it is just him, his fort, and… her. He turns to begin gathering branches for the roof when he’s nearly poked in the eye with a feathery thick branch. Reeling backward, ears falling flat, Maelstrom watches the girl lay branches over his structure to start forming the roof. His mouth opens, the start of an angry protest, when he realizes that if she does some of the work, it will be less for him. Two heads were better than one, right?

Letting out a defeated sigh, he doesn’t say a word to her as he too gathers the feathery pine branches and lays them over the roof. Once the structure is complete and his fur is thoroughly doused, Maelstrom is quick to scuttle inside with a big shake of his body. With fur sticking up in every which way, he plops down on one side of the fort to get comfy and warm. Looking to the girl who has surely followed him in, he gives her another sneer.

“Just stay over there, will ya?” He hisses, eyes narrowing at her with distaste.