Firefly Glen the fall of titans

from one devastation to another. cam was still processing everything that had occurred lately when the ground began to tremble, a rumbling explosion rippling out across the wilderness. he dodged tumbling branches and leaves, a frantic shadow through the trees. burst out, into the open, saw the dark form of kyr running—

oh, god! he stopped abruptly after following her some distance, suddenly aware that he'd crossed over the border into the glen. trespassing. . .and yet, it was both on his mind and far from it as he stared, agape, at the mountain;

it was smoking, and rocks rained down from its slope. even now, he felt the delicate sprinkle of sediment—if he stuck his tongue out he could catch some, like snowflakes. 

but he did not follow vallkyrie into the rubble. no. that belonged to the mountain, and the mountain was forbidden to him, for-ever. 

instead, cam watched as the large plume obscured the stars, eyes narrowed and stinging against the dust that came his way. he silently watched the ruins of the moonspear as the wound upon his old flank ached. how mighty was the mountain now? how mighty were its wolves, now?

he once had learned his lesson, and perhaps, now, they had learned theirs.

cameo, feel free to ignore unless they come across him! he's a ways back