Firefly Glen Briar

There had been a disaster here, not so long ago. There were signs.
It looked as if the mountain had come down upon itself. A cataclysm the likes of which he had never seen. Balor was awed by the sight of the many broken trees, shattered across the glen in the manner of a discarded skeleton.
Balor had picked his way north on a whim. The trees did not stand tall as he expected, at least not all of them, and they were covered in moss or some, buried by debris that had since settled. Ferns of various sizes dominated the area.
He dipped his head as if to pay respects to the space. In reality, he searched for signs of life. Any indication that there was something worth finding here, or he would move on.