Bramblepoint the one minute

would wintersbane've been human he would've been covered in a sheen of cold sweat. as it was, his ears have splayed flat against his skull and he stares at the plume of smoke that rises thru the chilled night air, choking each breath that wintersbane draws in and wisps across the star smattered sky. devastation brews within his breast; an ache that grows larger and larger as no one appears. no other moonspearian, no one from the glen.

the silence that follows after is almost as deafening as the crack of collision, as the thunderous roar of the landslide. the ringing is an awful hum but he hears the cry over it. his stride is hurried and lopsided, trying his best to ignore the stabbing pain in his leg. with no way of knowing otherwise, wintersbane rushes towards her assuming her to be one of the glen ( he only paid one brief visit there, after all and with the smoke smell stuck in his noise any hint of hua or her yuelong wasn't detectable to him ).

you heard my call? wintersbane asks, without really waiting for an answer. you are a survivor too?