Whitewater Gorge Slowly Falling from the sky

Taikon wasn't sure what he expected to receive, but whatever image was in his head was quickly blasted through as Luna through her forelimbs over him. Her fur was soft and feathery, her scent pleasant. He was quick to respond by warmly nuzzling against the fur of her neck, a broad smile coming over him for the first time in what seemed like an age. It seemed so long since they had last spoken, though it was only the fierceness of the stormy disasters of his life that made it seem so. As the black she-wolf exploded in an excitable array of words without gaps, he laughed in a joyous glee.
He released only as she did, sitting down before her, his tail wagging lightly. Last they had seen each other, everything was different. He wondered if she had been through as much turmoil as he had. I see you're still wandering along cliffsides, he joked, nodding to the fact that they yet again were meeting beside a precipice.
It was hard to know where to start. He felt pretty comfortable talking to her since they had shared so much on the evening they met, but dumping on her seemed wrong. I'm once again packless. What about you? It seemed like a fair place to start, though he didn't offer any details yet, having more interest in whatever had been happening in her world.