Blacktail Deer Plateau I will remember your face

An inaudible sigh of relief escaped him when Lasher mentioned that all of his were accounted for; Mordecai was loathe to think about what the situation would have been like had it the answer been any other. But he had little time to dwell on it as the situation progressed with turbulence, coupled with the urgency unspoken in their equally unspoken languages.

"I couldn't follow him long enough through the smoke to see where he went," Mordecai said, going to answer the first of two questions presented by their beta. "He went east, towards the climb of the terrain into the mountains. Osprey's the one who sent up the warning call, so I'm assuming he went to get her." Of course, Osprey's warning call had been more of her terror towards the eruption of flame on their normally quiet homestead. It had been enough to draw their attention and likewise, warn them of what was occurring.

"But I didn't see any others on our way to you," he went on to say, then looking back to Malachi. "Did you see anything?" For the most part they had either been incredibly lucky not to see anyone charging towards the flames, or unlucky that they had missed someone stock-still and slackjawed by what was going on.