Fire...what else is there?

He was trying not to notice things he should have been noticing. Like the silence that hung around them. Birds were still infrequent. Carcasses of smaller animals littered the ground. It'd be a feeding frenzy for scavengers should they desire to press their bodies through the folded trees and broken bows. His lip curled as he stepped over a fallen tree trunk. What a mess.

She nipped him. He glanced at her before twisting his muzzle into a smirk and pressing at her shoulder with his paw as if to push her away. A playful gesture. It was intended to soothe his own discomfort by replacing it with something else, but that mild amusement was short lived.

"I saw lightning strike as we fled," he admitted. He'd whispered it to none other than his mate, but all who were with him saw it too. "The Spine was on fire." Was. There was ash on the air, but it was minimal. The Spine sort of contained itself, so he was uncertain as to how much would travel by wind. He supposed they'd find out shortly.