Whitebark Stream displaced

That, the man repeated just as tonelessly, and a brief flash of mild surprise flickered across Redshank's face. So he could speak, it seemed. Whether it was full sentences or single words though remained to be seen. He was an older man by the looks of it, though not old enough yet to be senile — or so he thought. The Cairn went to open his mouth to respond with an affirmation — yes, dude, THAT — before suddenly a small tremor reawakens the mountain once more.

The two wolves tense, twin yellow gazes staring up at the vivid spout of fresh fire that erupts from the peak. It splashes back down on its blackened slopes, becoming spots of bright, burning orange before just as instantly disappearing. It unnerves Redshank, and he looks back to his company to meet his blank stare. He seemed...lost. And his words were just as baffling.

"I...don't think that's a sun," he replied at length, but inwardly wondered if something had crashed into and disturbed the great mountain. Did every mountain have this inferno in its depths? Or had some second sun fallen in? "Seems like some sorta wildfire," he continued, musing aloud as he stared warily up at the plume of smoke. But then what was causing the quakes?