Rain.It offered the eldest Archer child to explore a bit on his own- though he did prefer to have Skoll with him so as to have someone to test out things as somewhat of a guinea pig. But when Skoll sped off on his own, Asriel simply followed him with his cool gaze and went elsewhere. If Skoll was set on being ridiculous and exploring on his own without someone to take care of him, then so be it. Skoll could be that way; Asriel was finding that there were times when it wasn't even worth trying to manipulate his brother and so he let him go, and toddled off on his own.
Still within a small distance of the den he surveyed the landscape, his stormy eyes peering up into the sky to see the tumultuous underbellies of clouds bearing rain, which he now understood the meaning of. Clouds brought the rain- and the darker they were, the more rain there'd be. Rain fell in droplets and could split into even smaller droplets or join together with other rain drops to make puddles. Sometimes when a raindrop hit a puddle, it leapt back out for a second before falling back into the water. Curious.
He was quite wet himself, his fur of ash and fire soaking in the rainwater but he didn't feel terribly cold. His pelt was getting thicker and he was becoming more durable and more stubborn- it wasn't proper for him to admit that he was cold. It simply wouldn't do. So he didn't.
When he heard the cries of his brother he was, at once, surprised. Skoll was using proper words, as opposed to the usual flow of gibberish and gobbeldy-gook. This meant something important, but as always, the eldest Archer boy did not put himself in a rush. He picked up a gentle, graceful lope and headed back toward the den. His ears were flicked forward, though he had to keep shaking his crown- irritated by the knowledge that this made him look more unattractive- due to the raindrops which fell into the soft, sensitive tufts of fur in his ears. But he wanted to hear his brother, lest his pleas become more desperate.
By the time he arrived he saw nothing that concerned him. He stopped to shake himself but dd not look terribly alarmed or ruffled as he stepped through the shallowest waters toward where his siblings were huddled with their packmate, Guiness. The floor of the den was wet, which would be why Morganna was upset. It was to her that he moved first, casting his cool gaze to Guiness with whom she was snuggled, along with Skoll. True, the water in the den was a surprise, as was the flooding- but Asriel felt no threat to hiss life. He could still walk in water- he'd been observing it and figured he had a pretty good understanding of it. Water, as far as he knew, couldn't kill a wolf- certainly not one so clever as he.
''Ganna," He hummed softly to his little sister, moving in beside her protectively, to put her, as always, between Skoll and himself. He fussed over her for a moment, saving Skoll's reassurance for a moment later- boys had to be tough, so he would have to wait- and ignoring Guiness completely though he too had snuggled up into his fur for warmth. Family, for the child of fire and ash, came first. "Skoll," He said, his tongue curling around his brother's name with an elegant flair, turning his attention to his sooty brother now that he felt he'd soothed his sister. It was Skoll who had called him back, and thus, he felt some appreciation was owed. He reached over his sister's tiny, feminine shoulders to nose his brother's cheek, clipping his tiny teeth deftly through the fur there in a gentle gesture which would have been the equivalent of an appreciative fist-bump to the shoulder between guy-friends.
As the eldest and therefore the one who designated himself as the keeper of his siblings, when their mother was out, he finally lifted his head to look up at Guiness. His eyes, warmed at the sight of his siblings, returned to their blue-dragon coolness when he gazed up at the adult. This was his mother's inferior- and therefore was inferior to them as well, as they were her children. None of this was said, and as a child, such a gaze wouldn't be punished- as the pups of the alpha were treated with care and respect by all pack members. Asriel, the clever boy, knew this- and used it to his advantage, though i as subtle a way as possible. "Where muvver?" He spoke with confidence, feeling that he was the best-spoken of the group, unashamed at the way he pronounced the word 'mother' as his mother had not moved to train him out of it yet. His eyes locked into those of Guiness questioningly, expecting an answer.