Blacktail Deer Plateau Fade away

Chosovi's words unsettled Wildfire, even though she didn't really know what an earthquake was like or what exactly happened during a volcano eruption. She shuddered slightly, exchanging a heavy glance with the taciturn Gavriel, before her gaze flicked to Renoir. She saw him gazing back at her, forlorn, but then he dropped his eyes. She bit her lip. This whole encounter hadn't done very much to reassure her at all. It had had quite the opposite effect, actually.

"I hope it's not the a-pock-o-lips," Wildfire said to Chosovi, unsure whether she'd pronounced that correctly. But what did something like proper pronunciation matter at a time like this? The yearling frowned. "We had better get moving again," she added, once more looking at her companion. Despite Renoir's earlier mention of the coast being no safer than elsewhere, that's where they would head next, she knew. "Ummm, good luck, you guys," she said a little awkwardly, offering both Chosovi and Renoir a tight smile before motioning for Gavriel to come with her to the northwest.