rain

Mfano: ugh, I hate rain. can't we just go home or something? I don't like getting wet.
Mali: we can't go home yet. i hate this rain too, but we can't return untill we catch some food, besides, it's your own fault that you're getting wet.
Mfano: what!? my fault? how come it's my fault? dad told us to do this, remember?
Mali: he told you to go hunting with me because he tought you might get better.
Mfano: yeah, yeah, I get it. i think i see some zebras over there.

Mali and Mfano are hunting together. but it started to rain. i like how their colours are darker to fit them in the background.