Thunder Dome blood is thicker than mud

It was time, the wind said so. 

His paws drifted to the border and within it again, as if he were allowed to walk along it. The nose of the drifter twitched as his friend the wind changed, sending his scent - of which had been rolled in flowers, for this purpose - inward. 

@Void , he huffed, his voice neither quiet nor loud. A prickling at his heart, would his brother wish to see him? Would he of all others have a reception befitting of the part-druid? I have come.