Kintla Flatlands it will come back

He had run from Kaistleoki without thinking of his commitment, but that was common for Firefly, and everyone would know that by now. His terror at seeing the caves collapse ebbed in to a numbness he had only experienced once, maybe twice, before. The first time had been directly after the cougar attack which had led him to Willow and Nettle; the second, when he'd been thrown from the seaside cliffs and woken after, barely alive. This time he was still intact, still able to aid the wolves towards which he'd pledged himself — yet here he was, running. Letting them suffocate in their own graves if need be, saving his own hide and nothing beyond that.

The man went north and watched the limit lines of the river, finding that they were near to bursting with an excess flow of water; the quality of the river had begun to dwindle, filled with an inundation of silt and bits of detritus, as if a hurricane had blown through and left behind oddities. There was a distinctively saline quality to the water the further north he went; and then, almost as a trick to his senses, the familiar scents of Rusalka. Except he was miles away from the coast, which made the discovery feel maddeningly out-of-place. He thought for a moment, 'have I finally lost it?'

Firefly did not care for the twisted bodies of the trees which had been unearthed; he glimpsed briefly the ruination of the dirt where they had been uprooted, or where segments of the hillside had collapsed and been left bald. He took care to avoid anything that felt too destabilized, but he still moved with purpose, hunting for that scent until it was all he could think about — and then he saw her. Roaming along the leading edge of where one landslide had concluded, then through a copse of freshly killed trees that were probably not even stable where they lay. A blush of color. So much like Erzulie, he realized.

The wolf drifted closer — but he took care to stay silent, or as near to it as possible. There was no telling what ran through Firefly's mind as he looked upon his wandering daughter; even he did not know how he felt about the distinctive little person that he trailed after. If she was here, then the others must be too, he reasoned; yet he saw no sign of @Rosalyn or any of the other children, and immediately felt his heart constrict, choking on the feeling that maybe this was all that was left of Rusalka.