"hello? hello, can you hear me?"

sister? he thought faintly, wondering if this was finally tuuli to come rescue him. praise the gods—but he realized an instant later that the voice was unfamiliar, and just milliseconds after a cry of "MOVE!" from above, he felt something strike his left cheek, rattling against his jaw.

ouch.

even more dazed than before, jorma looked crossly upward, searching for the source of this nonsense. then down, finding a small bundle of whatever wrapped in a hare's pelt. he didn't really care what it was, only that it had walloped him from the heavens, for whatever reason.

he flicked it aside with a forepaw, scowling. a lump was beginning to form upon his handsome face, and he was quite peeved about it.