Whitefish River Come Now, Come Here, the Light Disappears [BWP P3]

Whitefish River is crumbling.

Evergreen cannot fathom the pain—the grief he feels settling deep into his core is similar to that of the day Thistle died. But he has to move. He has to keep going.

The ground is shifting, the river is flooding, and he has to make sure every last person makes it out alright. Tobias makes the call, and he’s ever grateful the scout knows the territories around the area. He trusts the cowboy is making a good decision on the plains. It’s close, Eve knows, but whether it’s been affected yet is a mystery.

Alongside Ira—gosh, he’ll always be thankful to her, but she’s just as stubborn and stupid as he is sometimes—he scowers the packlands, calling out to make sure no one is around that needs some extra help. By the time they reach the cave, he has to swallow his pride and goes in without even a second of hesitation. Each time he calls out, he gets more confident that it is abandoned… that everyone is safe. He feels an instance of relief, but that’s his mistake.

Ira turns to leave, and she’s right. They had to go.

They had to then, and he relaxed, just for that second. Suddenly everything is crashing. The walls and the ceiling is tumbling down. Rocks smashing into the ground with enough force that the sound itself makes his ears go ringing—unable to handle the magnitude of it all.

Ira! The bear calls out, rushing forward towards the entrance as it is quickly engulfed, and the duo are left in pitch darkness. The metallic scent that suddenly settles into the air makes him go pale. Ira…? He chokes out—‘please, please be okay. Please be alive.’