[Clackoon eagerly barked his own little account of what had transpired. Buson laughed, even of he couldn't make out any of the words, he went by his tone (mostly excited, somewhat frazzled—by the rain, he assumed, from the background noise and Ken's words earlier.]

The rain's making it hard to move, huh? Sorry...
Got it, little buddy, we'll get you warmed up soon enough! Not far from where you are right now, luckily.