Shadowwyn Moor Hey, how about that!

They met somewhere in the middle of their two locations, and Luke mirrored the man's greeting with a dip of his own head. "I know, eh!" he agreed with an enthusiastic nod. What other word could there be for it? The skies had been cracked by lightning and released a torrent of rain amid a cacophony of thunder, the wind damn near blew the fur and feathers off any animal around, and the tornado itself - that thing devoured all in its path. Crazy was a fitting word indeed.

The red wolf remembered their conversation, how long ago it seemed now. "Not yet, but just about! Got a spot picked out and everything," Luke gestured with his muzzle toward the forest in the distance. "That there timber got a nice river and some falls in it. Beautiful spot. So any day now we'll be moving in. What about you?" His gaze rested attentively on Kero's face. "Find yourself a home?"