As Pierre came skittering into the house, tracking mud, leaves and who knew what else, Damien got his first glance of the cyclone and sighed.
"Again?" He turned towards Pierre, who cowered under the table, his fur all aquiver and that bottom tooth sticking out beyond his furry mouth. "Why is it that you always bring cyclones with you back into the house?" Damien scowled, keeping the door wide open. The cyclone would be passing, of course, and it was better to leave the doors open to allow the wind to escape on its own, rather than by wrenching the thing off its hinges.
As the storm passed, rustling his newspapers and files about the businesses of Shirm, Damien stood to see what the cyclone had brought to town. Cyclones were good for collecting new things. As he stepped outside, he saw the giant winged creature transform into a long-limbed thing instead. How curious!
"Excuse me!" He called out, stepping out of the doorway towards the tall creature, who was at least five heads taller than he.