Firefly Glen the fall of titans

She heard the coughing, heard the howls out to his brethern over the tumbling of rock, dirt, snow and ice. The face of the mountain being metaphorically smacked off and splattered all over the greenery of the Glen. It was he which she thought of first and foremost, Bronco who she had not seen far beyond the month long snow storms.

When she came to him it was both in shock, sadness and surprise. He had survived this but he had survived something else quite dire, too, for he was not the face face she remembered months ago. Large scars of slashed claws sliced between ears, one of which barely remained. His face held more marks, too, along his muzzle and mouth as a whole. It pained her to see such a handsome man at such a young age be ripped to bits.

Her ears fell, and she rushes to him, pressing  the top of her crown to his chest. Your alive... Having run into the borders of the Glen's northern reaches, she did not take note of Cam having stopped and fallen behind. For this brief moment against Bronco, the thin woman pressed her eyes closed and breathed him in. She wanted to pretend this was all a dream but the trembling of the earth beneath her feet and the tumbling of rocks down the mountain side told her otherwise.