He grew tired of cheering for the pack after a little while and continued his previous quest, seashell searching. Gideon had a rather impressive pile going by the time the clouds began to roll in over the horizon. He could see that the water was starting to come up around the whale, too--it seemed to come back to life little by little, flapping its water-wings (he saw it as a sort of a bird, but one who didn't float in the air, but in the water) and its tail a little bit. The wolves would have to be careful not to get hit by it! "Watch out for its wings!" He shouted over the sounds of the whale and splashing water.
He felt a drop of water hit his nose and looked up toward the heavens. Goodness! It was starting to rain! Lightning cracked across the sky and his eyes grew wide. Would they be safe out here on the beach? The rain would keep the whale wet, right? He ran around to the other side of the beast. "It's rainin' Aunt Bris!"
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