Big Salmon Lake wake up, sleepyhead, it's happening without you

That anger would last within, seizing the back of his mind til it either wins out or eases enough to give him a break. Regardless, it is inflicted towards his own; and he is late to realize the infliction on Ghost is worse than imagined. An apology hangs in the area. Firestorm’s face pinches, eyebrows furrowing. He doesn’t pass along any words, as cold settles over, and Ghost makes his choice.
He walks away, and Firestorm is left alone once more. A wish he thought he desired, but came to find out, simply felt as if he deserved. With Ghost’s figure long gone, he gets to his feet—an enraged yell escapes his lips as he turns to smash his head into the tree he’d lingered under. A moment later, a breath is exhaled, and Firestorm limps the opposite way.