Redhawk Caldera I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti

This title suddenly seems to be in poor taste...

When Elwood asked if she was okay, the pup placed her paw back on the ground and bobbed her head. "Ya," she replied even as a flash of lightning lit up the outdoors like the negative of a photograph. She sucked in a breath, then squealed slightly when the rain suddenly picked up with a crash. She could feel it spraying into the den, so she pushed herself backward slightly even while grinning. The storm was invigorating!

"What makes a storm?" she questioned, blinking in the damp gloom at her godfather. A boom of thunder answered her. "Sounds like duddy's farts," she mused, eyes slowly rolling toward the angry heavens.