Whitebark Stream displaced

Tagging @Larus!

From even the eastern fringes just beyond the wilds, the almighty quake and subsequent eruption of Sleeping Dragon was felt. It had rocked Redshank from his sleep, scattering birds into the sky and sending a nearby straggling deer to gallop after its herd. He had looked to the sky only to see a black plume trail into the sky that grew thicker and darker with each second. It began to form a blanket above the northern lands, and it drew the boy's attention as he contemplated whether it was worth investigating. Eventually he decided to with a shrug, nothing much of interest was out here anyway. Ignoring his baser instincts that screamed stay away, Redshank headed towards the tumultuous Wilds once more.

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He followed a river that led east, through valleys and fields before the snow underfoot gave way to ash and the mountain finally came into view. Its rim still lined with a red glow, its sides caked in what looked like black rock. The smell that hit Redshank's nose made him sneer in disgust and he redirected his path back towards the cinder-choked stream, opting to observe the phenomenon from a distance.