Redhawk Caldera Druid II: fairlight cracktro.

Lyric was not a fan of the thunder, and it was being made a problem for just about everyone taking shelter despite the best efforts to keep him quiet from his parents.

He wailed whenever there was so much as a crackle outside, taking shelter as beneath his mother as he could get. It was taking a toll on his usually great temper too, because he wasn't nearly as tolerant of his sister today.

Exhausted, upset, and overwhelmed, Towhee's new scent was not welcome. GG, why do you smell so bad? His voice came out as a whine, splayed out on the floor where his most recent thunder-fueled fit had occured. Whether or not Towhee actually smelled bad, it was unfamiliar, and Lyric wasn't into it today.