Phoenix Maplewood go in flames, meet in flames - we'll find in flames just who's to blame

a new noise rose in the forest, eclipsing the last of the earth's distant grumbles. caiaphas fixed her gaze on the approacher, affording him a scanty flick of an ear as his chuff reached her. in truth, the sound of his heavy tread far preceded him, yet the almost-polite way he hailed her drew the crone's attention.

caiaphas turned her ear, listening a moment longer. any shift in the ground below had faded, receding in that far off manner of thunder's distant and bellowing finish. no secondary peal started, though somehow the siren suspected more were to come. "bad omens, friend." caiaphas remarked to her companion, measuring him with hawkbit yellow eyes. he was a sturdy and immensely built creature; something about the tungsten glint in his marine gaze had her wary. "seems they are getting closer together."