Sex: MaleRE: Nash, take cover from the rain! All welcome!
With the sky rumbling above, Nash realized he should have known better. The air had been grey and chill that morning, although warmer than it had been the last several weeks; spring was on its way. This alone was evidenced by the pregnant women in the pack. Aleister had certainly had a productive spring. It was good that the pack was already going to grow. Pups were only going to root them further. Nash wanted to be happy - he really did! - but it was hard, knowing that his brother was leaving anyway.
Even after he promised.
A raindrop splashed on Nash's nose, startling him into looking up. Rain, not snow? He'd come further down the mountain than he'd realized in his brooding wanderings.
The single drop was all the warning he got - soon there was a torrent of water coming down around the Eastfall boy, and Nash made a run for it, ducking into a thick copse of trees with a tangled underbrush that offered a small space protected from the driving rain. Nash shook himself and settled down with a sigh.
When it rains, it pours.
