The rain begins to pour outside as Gourmand curls up in the safety of his den. He's warm and full, a few spare fruits by his side, the rain a distant lull as his whiskers twitch with contentedment. But outside the rain lashes down as the night begins, hammering down and knocking any ill-prepared creatures down to their deaths.

He's almost asleep when the gate to the den unexpectedly begins to open, his eyes widening in confusion. He presses himself back against the wall as the door screaks and groans, another slugcat entering the den. You're soaked and freezing, wide-eyed and terrified from almost being drowned in the rain, Gourmand staring at you with both shock and relief. At least you're not a lizard.