Slowly his mother would stir at his insistence to leave the den, knowing she had promised him something. Though he was small and forgetful, as all children were, this was not something he would let slide so easily. Though he was anxious as he waited, his head poking slightly from the den, his tail wagging furiously behind him and shaking his rump, he was patient even still. Their slow movements were all he had ever known, and he would wait quietly as they both stirred and stretched. Once his father was at his side -- warning him the rain might be cold -- he would pad quickly out of the den.
The rain felt strange on his coat and he found himself flinching at the foreign feeling, accompanied by a strange chill, despite the warm air. Dramatically he would whirl around, as though he might be able to outrun the rain, but it only continued, steady and rhythmic. It wasn't painful or that scary, but he found himself hesitant of it still. His instinct was to go to his father's side, to hide beneath his belly, but he would force himself to stand and endure the new sensation for as long as possible.
"Will it stop?" he would inquire, his voice a mere squeak as he turned to his mother with wide eyes. Little did he know, the rain would only intensify -- but he wanted to explore for as long as possible. Large paws would slap against the earth as he padded slightly away from the den, splashing the little water that had already accumulated on the ground.
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