Firefly Glen The Rumble

Lane ran.

There were howls echoing in the darkness, punctuated by the groaning and crashing of trees beneath large masses of earth. She knew one of the howls had belonged to Antares, and that was the one she thought she followed northward.

Lane picked up pieces from the different howls. There were some dead, it seemed. Moonspear pack was no more, that much was evident. Lane clutched her medkit between her teeth as she ran. It was all that was left of her stores in Firefly Glen. The roof of the medicine den had caved in, and she had been lucky to escape with anything at all, her life included.

Every now and then the ground rumbled, signaling yet another rockslide or cave-in. Were Ravaryn and Keyni okay? Should Lane turn around to check for injured survivors, or should she keep pushing forward?

Lane slowed, sensing another wolf in the darkness ahead. "Antares..?" she wheezed through the medkit in her jaws. Her sides heaved from exertion.