Thunder stomped the ground, nickering, digging deep grooves in the pliable, soaking, wet mud. His ears flicking erratically as his wide, furious eyes flitted from one to the next. Handy, learning from his mistakes, kept a close eye on where he moved his feet. He wasn't going to be caught out again. His ear flicked and his eyes darted to the left, spotting Whirlwind through a brief parting of the clouds, setting the unconscious form of Crimson atop a large crate to keep her off the mud and water.