Sunspire Mountains [BWP] come by, you have come far

It’s scarcely two hours past dawn when the first rumble appears, distant at first and in no way attributable to the earth underfoot. The short-lived peal sounded like a leviathan shifting in its malcontented dream more than anything – and it was nearing noon before the second snarl sounded from the depths below.

Startled from their roost in a grove of elm, a constellation of ptarmigans make their move in a flutter of dark-winged feathers – no doubt flying to quieter parts of the countryside.