Whitefish River BWP · out of control

He had been tending to a small cache, and then stopped off at another to fix himself a small remedy for his snout, when the quake drifted through the land. It was far enough away that the slight tremble of the earth didn't really affect him; however, when the birds took flight and the sky darkened with their bodies, he did pause and watch them.

The movement of someone through his periphery roused a glance, and then Firefly thought he could make out quiet voices. He decided to quickly cover up the cache where he'd been tending his wound and seek out the strangers - coming upon a greying stranger next to a concerned looking behemoth. Firefly twisted an ear from one wolf to the other as he listened, but paused and resumed watching the sky in silence until the quiet descended.

Something had disturbed the surroundings and all he could think was, what was it Nettle used to say about flocks of birds and omens...?