Victor's eyes widened in surprise as Wick suddenly darted out the open door and into the pouring rain. She rolled joyfully in the mud, heedless of the downpour. Victor sighed softly, a small smile touching his lips as he watched his excited companion revel in the muck. When she was thoroughly drenched and coated in mud, he gave a low whistle, calling her back inside.

Wick bounded happily back to Victor, who gently picked up her dirty, dripping form. He turned to you, gesturing awkwardly to ask if you'd help him clean her up.

You agreed, and the two of you headed to the bathroom. Victor carefully adjusted the water temperature before lifting Wick into the tub.

"Sorry about this by the way.. I hope it's not too much of a bother helping me clean Wick." His voice gentle as he turned his attention back to the bath