Firefly Glen The Rumble

He waited, and paced. This far from the mountain range, he knew he was safe. Antares would be counting on him to do what he could to salvage whatever was left of their pack, and he felt it was simply best if he stayed where he was, and drew his packmates to him and sway from the unstable, rocky slope in case another landslide or avalanche occurred. Part of him wanted to charge toward the foothills, in case someone needed to be dug out before another landslide occurred...But he knew that Antares was in that area- and that he might be best off rounding up all those in the pack who were not at the scene of the landslide. He was torn between running into a dangerous situation in order to rescue anyone who needed his aid- but had eventually decided that he would likely arrive too late, and would simply put himself in danger too. 

He would be best where he was, calling all uninjured packmates to him, and away from the towering cliffs. 

He caught sight of one wandering in the distance, and he thought he heard her voice. "This way," He called out. He thought he heard her say something like Tares, and assumed she was calling out for their alpha. "It's OK- come this way," He called out to her. Her voice did not sound familiar- and slightly muffled as well. But she was within earshot, and his voice was as comforting as he could make it be. Whoever she was- packmate or not- she would be safer with him than she would be if she sought out Antares. The last time Bronco had heard his voice, it had come from the area near the foothills. 

He howled again- not for the one who was close enough to hear his speaking voice, but for any others who might be in the area. He would need to summon as many of them as he could, to pull them away from the dangers, and let them know that they would be safe so long as they came toward the Northern boundaries of the pack.