Firefly Glen the light could become our darkness

This'll just be a cameo. Since Bronco is so far away, and in the interest of not having two very different locations in one thread, he'll be calling out in response to Antares- but will be far away, near the borders closer to Neverwinter Forest. I'll start up an AW thread set for his area. I won't be replying in this one again.

Bronco had been patrolling along the Northern edges of the pack, safely miles away from the shared border between Firefly Glen passing slowly, with little incident, but in truth it felt as though they were simply taking refuge in the eye of a hurricane, waiting for the next wall of storms to pass through them. Bronco was an optimist, though- so he chose to believe that the worst had already happened- and that they would be safe. Perhaps the bears had gone back into hibernation, or perhaps they had found their way to somewhere a bit warmer and more comfortable for them. He didn't care if they froze to death- so long as they did not come back to the Glen again. 

The snow suddenly became brighter- and with a sudden flash, the entire Glen was lit so bright that Bronco had to squeeze his eyes shut for a moment. The beacon of light passed overhead, and he was too snowblind to really see what had happened- but he thought he caught the tail end of seeing something large, low, and very bright as it sank toward the horizon. A moment of darkness, where he stood with a bewildered expression on his face. He'd never seen anything like that- but before he could contemplate, a loud tremor shook the ground- a sound so loud that it resonated within his chest, and the rolling, thundrous sound of the mountain's anguished cry as it was crushed, and began to crumble down the distant slope. Too far away for Bronco to see- but he leapt to the assumption that there had been a landslide. He'd heard one before- but this one sounded so much larger, and therefore more dangerous. 

Bronco couldn't see much- it was too dark, and he was much closer to Neverwinter Forest, so he squinted against the darkness to search for the Moonspear's spire- only to notice a greyish haze in the distance. He heard Antares howl, and fear seized him. Hydra. His heart sank- they couldn't lose Hydra. There was no way Antares could lose both of his brothers and his mother- it was too cruel, too unfair. He called out from his edge of the borders- hoping that any of the Glen wolves might hear him, be warned of the landslide- and come to him, where he was miles away and safe. Unlike a bear or a cougar, a landslide could not be caught or stopped.