Sun Mote Copse Plasma storm.

His decision of finding Prim was sidelined when Towhee withdrew into the cover of the trees, and away from the open clearing, so he moved along with her, joining her and taking a seat by her side, his posture slightly hunched. It felt like the skies would open up any minute- and that they'd be drowning in the rain within moments, so he assumed they might just huddle together and wait it out. 

It was harder to make out Towhee's words with the thunder, but fortunately, her gestures were there as an aid, and he'd begun to realize that he too had begun to watch lips in an effort to read them. Her question was fairly intimate, and caused him to recall the day he'd knocked the wind out of her. Since then, he'd experienced the same, unpleasant affliction when he'd been clotheslined by his cousin. That experience, though, had not included another wolf, as his foe had been an elk...And he hadn't hesitated to leap into action then. So he sighed, and shrugged. -I don't know. I haven't really had to think about it,- He said. -I don't just go around and pick fights, y'know,- He joked, albeit a bit weakly.