Falls of the Hinterlands New Goodbye

FLuke flicked his ears this way and that, waiting for the low rumbling to start again. It was a fairly clear day, so he was sure that it wasnèt distant thunder- but something about the rumbling had concerned him, and had kapt him stationary until he heard a woof coming from the woodlands at his back. Figuring that the rumbling from up high in the mountains really wasn't a bit deal, he turned to see a green-eyed female coming toward him, and she complimented him on his singing, which made him bow his head appreciatively and blush. 

"Well thank you," He crooned appreciatively. "I don't often...Have an audience. Or look for one," He said with a faint laugh. He was perfectly content to sing on his own- and didn't necessarily want to find himself an audience for the pleasure of having compliments, which often made him feel awkward. You must be f-" He said, but stopped mid sentence when he heard the distant, low, dark rumble again, and turned his head to gaze up at the mountainside. "That's the third time that's happened," He explained softly.