Sun Mote Copse Plasma storm.

Not long after Towhee arrived and settled down for a nap in the sun, Bronco took his cue and headed for the borders, leaving Meerkat behind as he did so. The heat was miserable and close, thick with a suffocating humidity that gave him some concern for the kids which was why, at least in part, he'd gone on a patrol alone. He figured the heat might be tougher on the kids, so he hadn't invited any of his siblings with him, and had told them they'd be best to stay in the shade. 

There'd been little of note to catch his attention, though he did feel the fizzle and buzz of energy on the air; the tips of his guard hairs seemed to prickle and he couldn't rid himself of a slight tingling feeling. It was electricity- and he assumed, then, that a storm was coming. A sudden breath of wind flowed through the forests and persisted, no doubt ushered on by a wall of rain yet to come. If the afternoon's heat was an indication was to be taken seriously, he'd assume then that whatever thunderstorm that followed would be a good one. 

He knew that in the very least, little Prim would perhaps want some company. He was quieter and more delicate than the girls in nature, and he knew his mother was not terribly adept at dealing with his sensitivity. So he left his patrol and returned to the Rendez-vous site at a trot, only to arrive and be startled by both the flash of lightning and sudden movement from Towhee, who had apparently just awakened. He looked up to the sky when the thunder rumbled, and snorted. He'd made it back just in time- the rain wasn't likely far off. 

Like a harbinger, a cool wind swept through, ushering him forward, to greet Towhee who still looked a bit sleepy- and he understood her fatigue, having just returned from a hot, sticky patrol himself. He chuffed as he approached. -Gonna be a banger- He said, gesturing toward the stormy skies with a tip of his muzzle.