Hideaway Strath Confined in mountain halls, we got too close to the flame.

Henlo Saints woofs plz don't eat him! Maybe @Nyra?
Tag for reference; backdated a few days.

Hideaway Strath. It was at the edge of this nook in the mountains that Sundance found himself the previous Summer, having been forced to flee his home after the quaking earth brought his family to ruin. He hadn't known it then, of course, having held so fiercely to the hope that his mothers and siblings remained. The young druid thought solemnly of his lost childhood as he trailed toward the place where @Towhee had so generously taken him under her wing, where he'd found Dorea and was given an unexpected opportunity to rekindle the flame of their friendship.

That tiny sliver of happiness had been short-lived with the crumbling of its surrounding mountains, which had left several of them trapped for a time. Sundance couldn't remember how he'd managed to escape, but luck had certainly been on his side.

He thought it was Towhee's trail that led him in that direction, but the whiff of an unmistakable scent marker brought the silverwhite to an abrupt halt. The urine he'd sniffed at this claim did not belong to a female, of that Sundance was certain. He frowned thoughtfully, testing again to be sure, before his pale gaze shifted to glance up at the displaced rocks and rubble that'd once made the hollow impenetrable. 

Who had come to make the strath their own? He wondered quietly, but something about the scent of an unknown pack unnerved him. Sundance veered away carefully, eager to depart before his presence just beyond their land could cause offence.