He wasn't sure why, but roaring just seemed to be the right thing to do. It was a funny sound, coming from a little wolf pup, and it seemed that Cambria thought so too. What his sister said confounded him, though, and he momentarily ceased his attempt to grab his sister's throat. "What's a wion?" And, more importantly, why would he try to be one? This was a question that had to be solved before he could keep playing! Maybe being a wion was a bad thing. He didn't want to be bad at all. But Cambria was laughing, so either it was just something silly to be or it was a good thing that was also silly. He hoped it was the latter, but he was okay with the former as well, as he didn't mind being just silly as long as it made his sister happy.
As he wondered what in the world a wion was, Gotham's blue eyes drifted towards the cave entrance. It looked kind of funny outside, but for a moment the boy couldn't figure out why. After a moment, it hit him: it wasn't raining anymore! And though the sky was still gray, it was just a little bluer than before. "Look!" he exclaimed, "Rain monsters er not comin' anymore."