Falls of the Hinterlands New Goodbye

Fluke was interested to see the damage that the avalanche had caused. They made their way back through the woodlands that they called home, which thus far had been untouched by the farthest reaches of the avalache's destructive fingers, though the snow that fell gently down from the stratosphere from where it had been hurled would add probably another centimeter or two once it had all fallen back down to the earth. It made the air smell clear and cool, and Fin didn't mind that. 

He glanced at Wraen with a concerned face when she first mentioned an argument. What? Who'd been fighting? But she went on to continue and steer the topic back to the tale she'd been talking about before and his expression cleared quickly, though for a second he felt like a gullible idiot for so quickly thinking someone had actually been fighting up on the mountain. He liked Wraen's story; it was an interesting way to look at things- and gave him a bit less fear regarding nature's wrath when he envisioned nature not being some faceless, inevitable, all-powerful thing, but simply a larger, conscious version of what he might have been. It made it tangible. 

"Did they make it high enough?" He asked, and blushed slightly. He knew it was just a story- but she made it seem as though it was something that could actually be true. "In the story- did the tough guys make the mountain tall enough to fight the Gods? What was the fight about?" He asked.