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Raining It In

By: BeaverReturn

*Part 1: *

Jansen Van Dee was a beloved legend known mostly by three facts. First, though they say bears were among the heartiest drinkers, Jansen Van Dee died due to complications from his well documented alcoholism. Second, he wore the most outlandish suits in the business. And third, he ended every show with a unique catchphrase:

"And remember, never trust the shining sun," he would say before raising his whiskey glass. "That's how the rains going to get ya."

Back then, that closing line would never fail to cause a laugh...

"As you can see the joke doesn't translate that well," Tony said to an attentive yet confused crowd. From behind his rain soaked poncho he produced a picture of the snappily dressed comedian. The curious crowd responded by leaning forward in a collective motion.

"But to us, who know how rainy our city can get, it's very funny," he added.

That was enough to inspire a chuckle among the tourists who had gathered around Tony, but not enough of a chuckle to make Tony believe he was going to get a sizable tip from any of them. The afternoon air was cold and heavy with rain that had been pelting down since they began the tour. Tony had to grumble. Rain as bad as this always made for a cheap crowd.

From behind Tony towered a large bronze statue dedicated to Jansen Van Dee. With a wide grin and his bear paws spread wide, he addressed his audience before him. Tony watched as the rain slide into the crevices of his metal smile, trickling along the cracks before landing in the grass below.

You hardly seemed bothered, Tony regarded to himself.

The photo Tony held was a publicity photo, signed personally by Jansen Van Dee. Tony had found this particular photo in his mother's attic. Written on the back in blue ink was a date: October 5th1947 and a memo, Keep On Laughing. Though the picture was in black and white, the dazzle of his suit was unmistakable. In the photo he was grinning widely with his eyebrows raised.

"Excuse me, Tony," said a young cub from among the crowd. Tony looked to see her peeking from under the brim of a yellow umbrella that was two sizes too big for her. "Are you related?" Suddenly the crowd's eyes brightened as they began to compare the two bears.

Indeed there was a family resemblance between their tour guide and the famous statue behind him. Tony was hoping that the rain would prevent anyone from asking too many questions about Grandpa, but knew he'd never be so lucky.

"Funny, everyone seems to think that. But no, we're not related." Tony stepped away from the statue, fixing his poncho's hood to make sure it covered more of his face. He then gestured broadly for the crowd to follow him. "Next we'll hit City Hall. That should be the perfect place to warm up and end our tour," he said. "Now if you just follow me."

Though City Hall wasn't far, the rain only worsened during the time it took to get there. Within the large and ornate building, Tony directed the crowd to a collection of photos that were hung up on various column displays. He encouraged the crowd to look them over.

Among this collection, two photos were paired. The same inquisitive young cub from before studied these two images closely. One was in black and white. It showed a city with buildings collapsed and rubble in the streets. The other photo was in colour. It showed a city of flowers and busy canals, sunny patios and bustling markets.

"There was a terrible war," Tony said to the girl, fixating on the first photo. "A lot of people died."

The little girl was unbothered by the bear's comments. Her interest remained on the bright colours of the second photo. "The flowers are pretty," she commented.

Tony grimaced before leaving the girl. He turned to address the crowd. "Well, thank you so much for joining. For a tour with better weather, try a warmer country," Tony remarked with a grin, spreading his paws wide. The crowd responded with various looks of concern and confusion. Tony's heart sank. He definitively hadn't inherited his grandpa's talents.

"Anyway my name is Tony..." The bear had to catch himself. "...Uh...Just Tony, and you guys have been lovely. Thank you so much"

Tony moved to collect his tips before making his way down the hall towards the tourism office. After removing his poncho, he was quick to discover that the rain had completely soaked through. It was a mystery to him as to why he would even bother wearing it. Worse yet, as predicted, he barely received any tips. Undoubtedly he would have to cancel his plans to go out later that night.

Though his job wasn't glamorous, Tony considered himself fortunate to work around City Hall and not some other private company. Though the pay wasn't great, the company was fair to its employees, as City Hall offered way better facilities than what most other tour companies offered. These benefits included unlimited coffee, fresh fruit delivered daily, and even a flat screen TV in the break room. In the past, part of City Hall had included a fitness center, which meant it even came with shower faculties that any of the building staff could use.

Tony entered his office, slipping past his coworkers who gave only a slight glance at the trails of water dripping off the bear. The cold of the city had a unique property. When the wind combined with the icy rain, it magically circumvented any kinds of fabric or fur, seeping through the skin and muscle, in order to directly rattle the bones of those unlucky to be caught by it. Tony hated the cold. Someday he was going to move to the South where it was always warm and hardly ever rained.

For now, a warm shower was going to have to do.

Tony took extra time in the shower as he waited for his clothes to finish drying in the staff dryer, which was another amenity he was fortunate to have. While the machine was running he had plenty of time to work through his thick fur. First he focused on his chest, before sliding over his rounded belly. He lingered there a while, before lowering his paw further, passing over his crotch until his large paw settled on a pair of sizable balls. Perhaps he was relaxing a bit too much as he spent extra care there, enjoying the feeling as the warm shower ran over sensitive flesh. Suddenly his mind twisted, as he began considering going out anyways. Despite the bad tips, maybe he'd get lucky enough to find some one to buy him a drink. The thought made him chuckle before he lifted away his paw. He couldn't remember the last time he had an offer like that.

Tony left the shower to find that his colleague Jurgo was in the next room. As an otter, Jurgo paled in height when compared to Tony's lumbering frame. He wasn't local like Tony either. His accent gave that away.

He was in the process of undressing when Tony walked in on him. Naturally the bear was embarrassed to find someone else in the locker room, but Jurgo hardly seemed to mind. Tony found his eyes drawn to shamanistic ornament which hung around his neck. It was shaped like a hand with a clear gem placed in the center. Tony wasn't familiar with what the symbol could mean, hence why he'd describe it as shamanistic.

The otter was almost fully nude, save for the jockstrap he was only moments away from pulling down. It was no surprise that his undergarment would be a jockstrap, as he often bragged about it being the only underwear he felt most comfortable in. Tony often considered such brashness as attention seeking.

Though it was true that Jurgo was indeed handsome, and knew he looked good, he also knew he was considered very much a foreigner where we lived. A foreigner from a country that came with some harsh assumptions and half-truths. When we was newer to the city, knowing this had made him nervous around locals, but over time he learned that flaunting his eccentricities could be used as a kind of defense against the opinions of others. Sometimes this flaunting reached a comedic level that some could appreciate. Other times, it would cause complaints over his flamboyant tendencies, but Jurgo wasn't the type to be told off.

"Hey Tony." Jurgo said with a casual paw placed on his hip. There wasn't a hint of shame in his posture. "You joining for drinks tonight?"

The shower had got Tony into the kind of mood that would make it hard for him to not notice how Jurgo's toned body was completely on display. Jurgo gave a nonchalant stretch as he flexed his figure. Tony thoughts filled with images of him clasping his coworker tight before pulling him in. He fixated on the otter's mouth. He imagined what it would be like to kiss those lips.

"I better not. Bad tips today and rent's going to be due." Tony snapped himself from his thoughts before the idea of bending Jurgo over the locker room bench manifested any further.

"Yea. I was thinking of canceling too." Jurgo took note of how Tony was keeping distant. The bear always made a habit of maintaining a couple of meters from the otter. Even when the office went out for drinks, it was rare that the two of them could ever spend more than a moment together.

Such behavior sometimes worried Jurgo. Was it his overall lack of restraint that made the bear feel uncomfortable or was it something else. Jurgo did his best to avoid imagining what other ideas Tony could be harboring and yet it was always hard to know for certain.

That's when Jurgo noticed a peculiar scent lingering in the air, an underlying hint of an answer to Tony's withdrawal. In fact, Jurgo began to notice how Tony stood with a slight slouch and how he seemed to be bundling his towel extra carefully around his crotch. The otter had to smile. Either he had caught Tony in a private moment, or there was something more the bear wasn't telling him. The otter couldn't help but investigate further.

"Why don't you and I hang out tonight."

Tony's eyes widened.

"I can cook," Jurgo hastily added.

Tony remained guarded. "You want to cook for me?"

"Well, we've never properly hung outside of work."

"I see."

Jurgo was not adept to feeling nervous. He began to lose control of his words. "I mean, I was hoping you'd listen to my new routine for this show I got coming up."

"Why are you asking me?" Tony grumbled. Jurgo could not tell if the bear had grown in size or if he had somehow started shrinking

"Because I'd like to think of you as a friend and I value your opinion."

Tony seemed to brush Jurgo's comment aside. For a moment he was silent as he moved to the dryer before fishing out his still half damp shirt. Tony slipped it over himself before reaching for his underwear and jeans. He made sure to get dressed with his towel still tightly wrapped around his waist.

"I bet you've got some great insights," Jurgo continued.

"And why would you think that?" Tony slammed the lid of the dryer. "Let's get one thing straight: Grandpa was an asshole who constantly drank and cheated on Grandma." Tony scoffed before continuing. "And this city calls him a hero? For what? Telling jokes about the weather while the rest of the world struggled?"

Jurgo's expression dropped. "I get it, Tony. Relax."

"I'm not wrong," Tony grumbled defensively, as he slipped into his jeans. "You keep trying to push your comedy on everyone you meet. But not to me, alright? Not to me."

"It's not - look Tony," Jurgo felt himself getting flustered. "My comedy is important to me, okay? I'm already getting pissed on by the rain outside, I don't need it from you too."

Tony glanced at the otter. Though he was riled up, Tony found it hard to take the otter seriously. Jurgo often fluxed between two states: being overly cheerful and clumsily enthusiastic. In this regard, he was the perfect otter to brighten any room but not the best at proving his point. Though he was certainly aggravated and scowling as hard as he could, Jurgo's eyes were helplessly watering alongside his bared teeth. It was hardly a mean look.

"Really, now." Tony took a step closer to the otter. "Comedy just isn't my thing, okay"

All it took was that one single, step to send a surge of anxiety through the otter. It seemed as though a previously dormant instinct inside him had started to flash alarm bells. His knees started to shake. Half of his mind was prepared to sprint. But still, he dared to push on. "Okay. No comedy. But I'm serious. Let's hang out. You really need to try my cooking. Maybe I can could come over round six?"

Tony eyes fixed on the otter. Jurgo had never been so forward with him before. Tony knew the rumors about Jurgo, that he was the type to sleep around. Still, for Tony, it was hard to think Jurgo would be the type who'd go for someone like himself. Still, at the off chance that he was actually, maybe interested then it had indeed been awhile since he had company over.

Tony nodded his head. "You're cooking? Then why not."

"Really? That's great!"

It had taken Tony every ounce of courage to accept the invitation. As he left the locker room, he struggled to keep his composure. His heart was beating almost uncomfortably fast. A flood of memories came over Tony. Every smile shot his way, every accidental brush in the office, every good morning ever exchanged, all became cause for investigation. Tony found himself balancing between excitement and suspicion. It too had been awhile since he had felt so anxious.

Part 2:

The sea bass in Jurgo's country was a national pride. Jurgo's parents, in coming from a fishing community, had a habit of sending Jurgo this pride in forms of frozen packages that they handpicked from the marketplace down by the harbour. It was expensive to ship, but Jurgo's Mom refused to imagine her baby boy without proper fish in the house. Jurgo had complained that there were better things for his Mom to spend her money on but stubbornness was evidently a trait from his Mom's side.

For dinner, he decided that he'd prepare a special honey glaze for the fish, which would be served with a spiced rich pilaf. In making such a national delicacy as this, he was determined to cook it as perfectly as his Mom would. This would prove a significant challenge in Tony's cramped kitchen who's counters were specifically designed for a bear's height. In this regard, Jurgo was sure to keep Tony around as his kitchen assistant.

Tony liked how Jurgo's cooking filled the room with such fantastic scents. He wasn't much to experiment with spice, and so the aroma's of Jurgo's dishes surprised him. For a moment, he watched the otter move around his kitchen. There was nothing but determination in his expression. Such passion was certainly pleasant to watch.

"Didn't you bring your umbrella?" Tony put his attention elsewhere, spying the rack that lay beside his apartment door.

Jurgo pulled the sea bass that was roasting in the oven. He gave it a good sniff which caused the fur to rise across his back. Jurgo felt instantly proud. His fish smelled almost exactly how his mom would have made it. His mind flashed with an image of his Mom in a frilly white apron, serving a similar dish to his father. He remembered how his father would look to his Mom with utter joy. There was never a moment when love wasn't shared between their eyes. Jurgo was surprised to find his eyes watering. How silly it was to get sentimental over fish.

"I thought you'd bring it with you," Tony's attention hadn't left the umbrella stand.

"Oh?" With the dish still between his paws, Jurgo had to rub his eyes over his forearm. "Well, it stopped raining."

"You still should have brought an umbrella."

"But-" the otter was caught off.

The bear sat down at the kitchen table, as he poured two glasses of the red wine he had bought. "You can borrow my umbrella if you need to tonight. You know, just in case."

Jurgo joined at the table. He gave the wine a cautious sniff. The wine was nothing special. Some brand that could be picked up off of any grocery store's shelf. Jurgo watched the bottle as Tony set it back down. He wasn't familiar with the label, nor would he normally ever want to be.

"How considerate," he muttered.

Jurgo took a moment to examine Tony's home. Above them hung a single light bulb. Things didn't seem organized in the apartment as much as they seemed put away. It appeared there wasn't much interest in décor within Tony's small apartment. In fact, there was hardly any evidence that Tony had even considered tidying the place before the otter had come.

Jurgo watched as Tony lifted a chunk of fish into his maw. The bear seemed to eat his food with little consideration. It caused Jurgo to question why he had even decided to come over. There were better ways to go about hooking up. Then again, he wasn't certain that's what he actually wanted. Only recently did he start to feel something missing in the encounters he was having with the usual apps. Somehow running into Tony had made him feel more sure of that.

Big dumb bear, he thought. Why do you have to look so good wearing only a towel?

Jurgo turned his attention to his own food. How could Tony not see that his fish was cooked to perfection? Dipping his fork into the Sea Bass, he loved seeing how it flaked. Even the syrupy glaze was a drop of sweetness combined perfectly with the earthiness of the herbs. Oh, how he loved to cook. Even the rice, with lemon rind shaved into it...How delicious it all was! Fluffy perfection! Did Tony even care to notice the effort that went into his work?

Tony attention turned to the otter. He seemed unusually silent. Tony had expected that after the first bite he would have begun bragging about his skills in the kitchen or sharing stories about the meals his Mom would make. This is usually what he talked about with his other colleagues and yet, it seemed Jurgo hardly had the urge. Tony couldn't help but feel that maybe the otter was bored.

Tony decide that that he would have to be the one to initiate conversation. "I'm not against comedians, you know. It's just my whole life I've always been told how great Grandpa was."

Jurgo looked up from his plate. "Right."

"It's just, Grandpa's not this big hero because he told good jokes. That's what I meant earlier today. Furs were dying fighting in the resistance. Grandma was a war nurse. All Grandpa did was take advantage of over ambitious showgirls in his changing room."

"Tony, people need an escape."

"Sure, but tell that to Grandma." Tony swiped a paw into the air, making a wide gesture. "Her entire life she was criticized by Grandpa, which in turn made her more critical of everyone else around her. You know what I mean? Growing up, she berated Dad constantly over his lack of money while consistently reminding Mom about her weight. I mean we're bears! Come on, right?" Tony gave a halfhearted chuckle that seemed to completely pass over Jurgo.

"For someone who doesn't want to talk about his Grandpa, you sure do have a habit of bringing him up."

The sudden remark caused Tony to lower his voice. "What is that supposed to mean?"

Jurgo took a deep breath. His Mom had a very strict rule about starting quarrels at the kitchen table. Food was supposed to bring joy. This what was most important rule.

This rule, among others, was created in response to a past that knew too well the atrocities of extremist rebellions and the harsh sanctions that a power hungry government would retaliate with. A past, where sometimes food was scarce. Therefore having food meant having sanctuary, and having rules meant keeping it.

"Look Tony, what was that line your Grandpa always said? About the rain?"

Tony was quick to answer, doing his best impression of his grandpa. "And remember, never trust the shining sun," He mimicked the pose to perfection. "That's how the rains going to get ya."

"You ever think about what it meant?"

Tony shrugged. "I can't describe it. It's not for foreigners to understand."

Jurgo had to take a moment. He wished Tony was more careful with that word.Foreigner. If only he cared to understand how hard it was to immigrate to a new city. Jurgo began to weaponize his thoughts. So easily could he remark about how the fish that he was 'oh, so enjoying' was just as foreign as he was. But then his mother's voice rang in his ears: "Table time is not tears time!" Jurgo could feel the phantom pain of a wooden spoon whack against his paws.

Jurgo composed himself in order to respond to the bear. It wasn't easy to stand up to Tony but he felt the need to be heard. "I mean, what it really meant. It had to mean something, right? It was his famous saying after all. Maybe for you, living in the present, it's just a small gesture. But sometimes small gestures can go a long way if you let them." Jurgo paused before adding his next comment, "Like, maybe when somebody cooks you a nice meal?"

Tony finished the last bite of his meal. The self-assured, confident look on his face dropped to signify regret. He put down his fork. "I'm sorry," he confessed, in a low tone. "I didn't mean to get carried away."

Jurgo excused himself. Wordlessly he grabbed both their empty plates. Though he had to stretch in order to reach Tony's counter, he was determined to put the plates away himself. Tony stayed at the table, finishing his wine with a quick gulp.

"How did you like the wine?" he said, in attempt to change the conversation. "It's all I could get with my tip money."

Jurgo didn't reply. He kept his back turned to the bear. He thought about his coat hanging by the door. With dinner done, it seemed the perfect time to leave.

"I really liked dinner by the way," Tony continued, circling a paw finger around the table. "Thank you."

Jurgo let out a deep sigh. Big dumb bear. He turned towards Tony. The bear was surprised to see that there was only forgiveness in his eyes. "Why don't you get it?"

Tony looked at Jurgo blankly. "I don't know what you mean."

"Yes, you do." Jurgo approached Tony. "It's obvious. I just think you don't want it to be."

Tony watched in awe as the otter boosted himself onto his lap. From here they were eye level. It was easy for instinct to take over at this moment. The bear leaned forward. Suddenly his lips were matched to the otters. Tony expected Jurgo to push away, but the otter easily accepted the kiss. Tony's large paws came to wrap around Jurgo's waist, pulling him deeper towards his body.

"I don't get it." Tony said, breaking the kiss. His mind felt heavy and hazy.

"I've been thinking about you in that towel all day," Jurgo admitted, nuzzling his head into Tony's soft neck. "I really like you. What else can I say?"

"I just don't get it." Tony grumbled, turning himself away. Jurgo shot him a sharp look, before rolling his eyes. "Why not someone else?"

"No." Jurgen said, pulling the bear back. "Nobody else."

They kissed again. Tony's thoughts softened. The cramped space of the kitchen seemed to fade from thought. The once dense tension between them fell into a kind of nothingness. Neither could say how long the sensation lasted but it was stopped by the cries of a wailing drunk from beyond the kitchen window. A passing car had sent a cold puddle over him and now he sang a stream of curses towards the night sky.

"Let's get out of the kitchen," the otter chuckled, looking towards the bedroom. Tony could only wordlessly nod his head in reply.

Jurgo was first to enter the bedroom as Tony froze in the doorway. Reality threatened to hit the bear again, but Jurgo was there to stop it with a light kiss, that was then followed by a deeper, more passionate one. At some point, Tony would naturally take over, pushing the otter more and more back, until they had both fallen on the bed.

The otter enjoyed feeling the weight of the bear as Tony climbed over him. The bear continued to kiss Jurgo without restraint or caution.

"You can do more than kiss, right?" Jurgo smiled, brushing his own paw across Tony's cheek. Tony only grinned as he moved downward, marking his trail with small pecks over Jurgo's chest. Once he reached the otter's hips, he began to work his belt.

"Shit." Jurgo gasped as he felt the bear's mouth wrap around his exposed erection. Jurgo was quick to get hard, which made Tony only more eager to please. Quite easily he could curl his large tongue around the otter's rigid flesh, giving Jurgo a tighter sensation. The bear slid his other paw under the Jurgo's perfect rump, giving it a playful squeeze, before pushing Jurgo deeper into his maw. Something had changed in Tony Once turned on, Jurgo was surprised to see how playful Tony had become. Any shyness seemed to have completely dissolved.

"I want you." Jurgo huffed. "Fuck me, Tony."

Tony took the cue without hesitation. His hulking frame flipped the otter over with ease. Jurgo quickly lifted his tail, inviting the bear with a shake of his ass. The entrance presented to the bear was begging to be licked, and so Tony did just that. Holding the otter's cheeks apart with his paws, he greedily lapped at the otter's rear.

Jurgo's paws curled inward. He bit his lip with anticipation. The sensation was electric. He hardly expected such precision from such a large tongue, and yet, Tony proved his prowess. The air was growing heavy. Tony's cock was fully hard. Jurgo took note on how endowed he truly was. It made Jurgo feel a mix of nervousness and anticipation, as he could hardly wait to see how it would feel to take such a size.

"Tony, I want you." Jurgo repeated himself.

"Fucking right."

The bear gave a firm slap to Jurgo's behind, causing the otter to shudder. Tony then lined himself up, pushing slowly forward. The otter responded by pushing back. Tony's thick head began to enter the otter, as the bear's large paws grappled Jurgo's hips. The smaller mammal certainly felt tight, as he began to fill the space offered to him. It would take a moment for the otter to adjust to the bear's size, but Jurgo wouldn't give up. Once fully inside, Jurgo allowed Tony to take full control. Tony's grip tightened, as he began thrusting himself more and more into the inviting flesh.

Never before had another fur felt so perfect between Tony's paws. It was bizarre how well the grooves of the otter's body seemed to compliment his hulking form. In increasing his rhythm, he took note on how effortlessly Jurgo received his well-endowed package. It was rare to find such a small mammal without restraint. The only protesting he heard came from the bed frame which squeaked beneath the pair, strained by increasing momentum.

"I want you to cum." Jurgen let out a breathy gasp. "Cum for me, please."

By this stage Tony was ravenously pumping into the otter with all his strength. His strong grip had moved from the otter's hips, in order to grab the back of Otter's neck. Though he started to pant, he wasn't going to give up or slow down. The otter wanted it all and Tony was ready to deliver. At some stage, Jurgo looked back at the bear with pure ecstasy in his eyes. This was enough to send Tony over the edge as he felt his orgasm rise. Tony pulled out just as he began to spasm, unleashing a roar as he sent ropes of warm seed over Jurgen's backside.

The feeling of Tony's cock aggressively spewing onto his back was enough to send Jurgo close to the edge. With a spry movement, he stood up. Suddenly Tony was eye level to Jurgo's excited cock.

"I want to cum in your mouth."

Tony was surprised by the sudden command but went along with it. Jurgo grabbed the bear by his small ears, and began thrusting himself into the bear. Tony was surprised to see how quickly things had shifted. It wasn't unwelcome, although it did appear Jurgo was having difficulty climaxing.

Tony decided a playful paw-finger would do the trick. Slipping one into Jurgo's behind indeed seemed to help excite the otter further. Jurgo began rocking his hips more, riding the finger, while continuing to pump the bear's face. This was enough to cause the otter to once again breath heavily.

"Slip another one in."

Tony slipped a second paw-finger into the otter. That was the trigger it seemed. The otter began to shudder, releasing himself into the maw of the bear. Tony was surprised to see how hard Jurgo had come.

"What the hell was that?" Tony chuckled.

"I'm so sorry. I can get you a towel, maybe?" Jurgo's bashful look rewarded him another kiss.

Eventually the two came to collapse together on the bed with Jurgo curling into the embrace of the bear. Lying against Tony's chest, Jurgo listened to Tony's heartbeat as he slowly began to drift off. Tony held the otter close, thinking that he too may fall asleep. He almost got there before thunder began erupting outside.

"It's raining?" Tony said sleepily, looking towards his bedroom window. Against the glass came another heavy pelting of stormy weather.

Jurgo sighed, pulling away from the bear. "Right. So about that umbrella..."

"Actually I'm not sure where I put it. So..."

Jurgen shot a questioning glare at Tony. The bear tried to reply but began to choke on his words. Jurgo softly kissed the bear on the nose before he resumed his place within Tony's arms.

"Thank you." Jurgo sighed. It did not take long for the otter to fall asleep in this position.

Tony stayed awake, however. He was too shocked by his own actions. It was hard to deny how great the sex had felt. After all, the whole ordeal had completely wiped him out. But now Jurgo was evidently going to stay the night. Tony could feel his future crashing into him with waves and waves of doubt.

The words of his famous grandpa seemed to ring in his head as he watched the rain hit the window. The rain was probably going to last all night. Maybe it could even last until the next morning. Or the next day. Or the day after that. Or even...

Tony drifted off before he could finish the thought. He began to dream. He dreamed of the warm sun across his fur. He wasn't sure where he was standing before a second clap of thunder suddenly forced him awake.

Some time had passed. Jurgo was completely curled into him now. Tony watched as the otter twitched in his sleep. He had an expression of pain, or rather, fear. Was Jurgo afraid of the storm or was he merely having a bad dream? Tony softly caressed the otter's face. Jurgo's eyes opened slightly before he mumbled...something. No other thunder clap followed. Only the sound of rain continued as Tony slowly drifted back asleep. Once again he began to dream about the sun.