The gentle drumming of rain on the earth woke Steel from his deep slumber. A whine would slip from the child's throat in loud protest at his sleep being interrupted as he shifted at his mother's side. Over-sized paws would reach for nothing in particular as he writhed in a long stretch, jaws opening as a squeaky yawn left his throat. Rain was still something new to him, and the large droplets of water that fell from the sky were quite intriguing to him. Wide ruby gaze would fixate on den's entrance, and he would scramble to his feet as he noticed the grey skies and the gradually increasing torrent of rain that had begun to pour down.
He had been promised that today would be the day he could finally leave the den, to explore the rest of the world -- or a small piece of it. He'd seen a lot of it already from his den, but it seemed far too large to watch from just one spot. Quietly he wondered if the weather would hold off on his first moment in the outside word, and he prayed it wouldn't. Warily he would climb to the opening of the den, sticking his tiny muzzle out into the elements, flinching as water splashed against his face. It wasn't painful, merely cold and wet, and didn't seem so bad at all. "We go outside?" he would ask, his voice tiny but certain as he turned to gaze at his parents with a perplexed expression.
(Thinking we should set this before the worst of the weather, maybe when the rain has just begun? Also, anyone in Sawtooth is more than welcome in this thread.)
