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The rain seemed to be teasing the little raven boy, coming out just long enough, in a slow drizzle, to get his fur dusted with drops of rain. Just as he would scamper out from under it, sprinting towards the manor or hiding under a tree, the water would stop falling from the sky and the sun would peek out for just a few moments. He'd shake the beads of rain from his pelt and step tentatively out from underneath whatever he had found shelter beneath, peering with wide blue eyes to assure himself that this time the rain really was gone. It would seem like it had disappeared, for a few moments, but just as he got a few meters away the rain would start to fall again! This pattern had repeated itself a few times, now, and being a pragmatist Gotham would have just ignored the rainfall. It was light and gentle, anyway, and the boy didn't mind the rain at all. It was just that this strange phenomenon was a little bit funny, and had turned into something of a little like a game for him. Were the clouds watching him to see when he was out in the open, only then letting the water escape from their fluffy grasps? Clouds were just clouds, though, they couldn't see or think! Their brains were just wisps of air, and their eyes were little more than nebulous bits of turbulence. Despite the silliness of it all, it was still, Gotham would admit, rather amusing, and he enjoyed the game. Rather than the scowl that might accompany such bothersome weather, he wore a little smile as he scurried through the grass.
A strange sound was just starting to become discernible, and the boy took a few jaunty steps towards it before a voice seemed to be laid across the top of the noise. He paused for a moment, lifted his head high and perked his ears. Sneakily through the grass he roamed, listening for the sounds to become louder and louder as he walked. Each few steps in the wrong direction made it get softer, and he corrected himself a few times. Tracking something based on gradients, whether smell or sound, was something that the boy was getting steadily better at, but he still had some difficulty if he got off track. It was something he was rather fond of, because it made him feel so sneaky, and he hoped he'd get really good at it so he could sneak up on his sisters and mum and dad and all his friends! What fun that would be, to make them surprised!
Soon enough, the noise sounded like it was right beside him, but Gotham couldn't see where it was coming from! It was quite a pleasant sound, though, and the boy swung his tail in time to the music. He stood beneath a tree and peered across the grass field that stretched before him, unable to see anything that could make such a noise. The sudden remembrance that they did live in three dimensions caused him to look up, and what he saw there made him yip in surprise. He grinned and wagged his tail as he peered at the bottom of someone's feet as they hung down from a branch. Whoever it was that was making these funny noises probably couldn't see him when he was standing right there, so he took a few bounding steps forward before turning around and looking at the wolf that sat across the tree's sturdy arm. He recognized the ebony creature, and felt a little guilty that he didn't remember his name, especially since their fur was the same color! Gotham sat down and stared upward, his tail wagging back and forth across the damp grass. He hoped that the wolf would spot him, because he wanted to know what that big thing he was holding was, and the way it made those noises.