"What do we know about Thunder?" Thorax clarified. Both ponies turned to look at Handy, who was busy seated on a rather large flat rock under the bower of a tree to take shelter from the drizzling rain as he tried, futilely, to get the mud out of his nice, new cloak. It was very fine, very expensive deer-crafted material, and a gift. And now it was probably ruined. Handy was displeased.