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Osprey's eyes went wide and the corners of her beak tugged into a grin. "Oh! It's been s'neat! Wha'wi'th'storm!" As her excitement built, her words started to run together, as she did when she was jovial.

"But... But I g'separated from my minder. I miss him." Her words slowed and her eartufts flattened against her skull. "B'th'wind was blowin' all 'round and I was all like 'Woah!' an' I almost flew inna a tree, an' then I found dis place."

Bumblebee shrunk down a bit farther when Hawthorn opened his wing to look more closely at her, not on purpose, but still a bit embarrassed to be snuggling up against the adult she did not know at all. She lifted her head a little to look up at Hawthorn when she felt him begin to shiver, worried for him, but not sure what to say.

"Papa Twist!" Osprey peeped anxiously and glanced to Bumblebee, then to Dodger. Hawthorn was shuddering and Dodger peeping, which made the younger fledgling remember her worry from earlier. "H'name'i'Papa Twist... H'brown 'n' blue 'n... Wildtype, methinks? I wanna go back. I wanna go back soon." She struggled to keep her worry down and she did not want Bumblebee and Dodger to see her in such a state. They might be just as unforgiving as Songbloom.

Bang! That was close, with both thunder and lightning nearly at the same time. Lightning must have struck somewhere in Deep Woods. Crash! An even louder crack of lightning. The night is turning into day by the flashes of lightning as the storm seems to unload the last of its fury over Deep Woods.

When the mayhem finally stops the storm seems to have spent most of its energy. It doesn't rain quite as much anymore. Is it over? No... Not quite. An even louder noise fills the air.

As lightning brightens the sky and the Thunderbird claps his wings with renewed vigor Dodger utters another distressed little peep. And then she peeps again when the tree trembles and the forest screams, but this cry is muffled by Hawthorn's feathers. She fidgets and trembles, trying to bury herself deeper into his side for safety while also trying to keep herself from hiding, to be brave and strong. And then she stops, steps back a bit, and huffs softly. "Y-yeah, we'll find Papa Twist," Dodger replies, trying to hide the fear in her eyes and her voice as she looks up to her teacher for reassurance.

Even Hawthorn flinches at the sudden cacophony that fills the classroom's hollow, but his eartufts perk and his face twists sharply towards the opening. Between the rain, the panic-noises the fledges are making, and the plank covering the hollow's opening, the Shadow male has no idea exactly where the sound originated from. But he does know what it meant-- something big, collapsing or falling or otherwise being destroyed. It's a bad sound, and it could mean lives lost and a scar in the heart of the forest.

But there's nothing they can do about that now. Hawthorn remains exactly where he was, his wings snugging Bumblebee and Dodger closer to his sides. He does not launch himself after Osprey, because there is nowhere that the little fledge can go. "Shush, shush..."

The rain lessens outside, and it's easier to hear Hawthorn's gentle voice. "That was just the last of the Thunderbird's ire. He's moving off now-- listen..." And indeed, it does seem that way. "That's good news. It means we'll be able to return you to your minders sooner than I anticipated. We'll find Papa Twist, who I'm very sure is a sensible fellow and found safe shelter, just like you three did." So saying, the teacher calmly begins preening Dodger again, apparently completely unconcerned by anything that's happened.