Takes place during the rains.
The dark coated Valle was still small but that didn't stop him. He saw himself as strong and ready to take on the world. The sounds from outside the den only drew his curiosity. Coming to the mouth he saw that something was falling from the sky. As he stepped out into it he could feel it hitting his coat amd soaking through his puppy fur. In his mind he wondered what the name of it was.
Short puppy legs carried him further into the wet stuff. It wasn't scary at all in fact it was a little comforting, the sound of it all around him anyway. He went further from the den before he stumbled into something that was at first unpleasant in his fur. It smelled a little like the den. An idea occurred to the little Valle.
That ides lead Nix to playing in the mud. Rolling around and jumping making it splash up around him. Though he couldn't talk well yet he could laugh and that was what he did between his barks of joy at the activity he'd discovered.