Gilded Bay all this pain and devastation, how it tortures me inside

In his life, it is not uncommon for a wolf to attribute inexplicable phenomena to the spirits, the force behind life and all the makes life strange. Yet, he has never heard of druids, nor of witches, nor of summoning storms, and his expression is blank as he blinks down at her. He finds her posturing and her courage just as amusing as the surprising words she spoke.

"You don't say," he says with a warm smile. "I take it you were hoping for rain and not bugs," he chuckles. "How about we get you home then and you can try summoning some sunshine, or maybe a storm of bunnies. Now that would be tasty, don't you think?" His tail sweeps his hocks and he rises to his feet. "So where is this Donnel... home of yours?"