Bearclaw Valley Whiskey will solve all problems but one

@Caiaphas 

Sarah had not been oblivious to the earthquakes and rumbles of the earth that were sometimes accompanied by loud crashes, where rock walls disintegrated, landslides happened and forests fell. Lost Creek Hollow had been spared from any major losses, yet every evening the weathered warrior went to sleep with a hope that she will see another day. 

The thing was that all her instincts screamed at her not to trust the false calmness of the residence, but her sense of loyalty to her brother and his mate did not let her leave the place behind. Were it any other pack, she would have done so without a word, without a second glance back. Now all she could do was go out in the wilds and see, where the worst damage had happened. Then decide, whether this should be brought up to her brother as an argument for leaving or not. 

Bearclaw valley was her first destination, because few days ago this had been the source of the most ominous noise. She had hunted here few times before, but having never been her favourite plot, she had difficult time drawing up the exact extent of the damage on the first take. Only after she had wandered the place for a while and paid attention to certain tell-tale details did she began to realize the force that had made these solid rock walls crumble. 

Sarah made a stop next to a place, where a huge boulder had crushed a couple of trees and bushes in it's way, until making a full stop at an old maple tree. It - though shaken and crooked - was still standing strong, it's red and yellow leaves gleaming in the bright autumn sunlight. Looked almost like a throne - the she-wolf thought, admiring the force of the nature that had caused this.