Blacktail Deer Plateau We will welcome summer's ghost

Although he found neither of his bedfellows, the wolf he stumbled into was no less loved and welcomed company on this stormy eve. "'Ey, Willow," Peregrine drawled a bit sleepily, his words punctuated by a distant and fading grumble of thunder. "What're you doing out here in all this... wet? You should be somewhere dry and toasty. That's where I'm headed." A lopsided smile appeared on his face, then a touch more seriously, he asked, "What's up?"