
Knuckle hunkered further into the human-made shelter he was currently inhabiting. Some Kawani had probably made it and then decided the desert was too brutal for permanent habitation. He was glad for it at the moment, as the rain pattered down upon the grasses over his head. It was a curious structure, round and made mostly of some unknown material. What he did know was that for some reason the clumps of grasses above seemed to repel the water that was doing its best to drench him.
Rain was very rare in the desert and most celebrated it as a sign from the gods that they were pleased or some such nonsense. Knuckle personally just felt that it was sent to annoy him. Water dripped on his nose unexpectedly and he snuffled in surprise. Peering out the open doorway, he hoped it would let up soon. He was hoping to meet up with a certain cute mare he'd been chatting with off and on for the past few weeks.
At least the cacti are going to bloom for a while, he mused. Ah, that gave him an idea...