Whitefish River BWP · out of control

the thundering of the earth was enough to draw her back towards the borders at a quick lope, tail curled high and ears roving quickly atop her crown, uneasy. she hadn't been far, and stumbles across the little group just as Ira finishes speaking. for a moment, she is silent as she catches her breath, but shakes her head. "herd couldn't have done this. besides, there are none large enough in the area." briefly, she thinks back to what she'd seen in the vale. the thought is dismissed, for not even she is certain of the credibility of what she'd seen. "perhaps coming in the mountains - a collapse, that we felt from here." she'd seen rock collapses, landslides, on a smaller scale before.