Aegir didn't mind the rain. He wasn't a baby anymore, he could deal with and in fact enjoyed a little bit of water. He liked swimming and catching fish with his Ma, that was a lot of fun. Especially when- if he was a good boy and did as he was told- he got a yummy fish at the end as a reward. But this? He didn't like this at all.
A little bit of rain was one thing, he could handle some drizzle or an afternoon shower with ease. Hell, he might even have a some fun prancing around in the puddles once it was over. But when it was hurtling from the sky, like tiny bullets,just calling it rain didn't seem accurate. Within mere seconds of being out in the open, Aegir had gotten drenched to the bone. And rather than stand about like a numpty, Aegir did the only thing that he could. He looked for shelter.
Stumbling through the downpour, Aegir paid little attention to where he was going. He couldn't see all that much with the rain pelting at his eyes, nor could he smell anything other than mud and the damp of his coat.His ears were plastered to his forehead and his tail curled between his legs as he hurried along, oh how he wished he hadn't ventured from his Ma's side. He loved to explore, to continue his adventure . But as of there and then there was nothing he wanted more than to be warm and dry, curled up between his Ma and Da as they waited for the bad weather to pass.
You would think the Little Dragon would have learnt not to venture from his parents by now. But of course he hadn't, every event up till that moment had merely been a hurdle in his path. One he had overcome because he was a dragon! A very wet and cold dragon, but one nonetheless.
If he had been paying attention-or had been able to see- he would have noticed the strange black trunks of the trees in these woods. He would have noticed the lingering scent of a well marked and maintained border. But he didn't, nor could he, so he hurried on, unknowingly entering the domain of the Draw wolves.