Firefly Glen the light could become our darkness

He tired his voice quickly trying to howl to the mountain, and in all of his frantic hurry, he knew his latest attempts were drowned out entirely by the terrifying chorus of rock and snow crumbling. He didn't hear Bronco howling then, either. At that point, he devoted fully to the search.. to running, all sorts of conflicted about if it was towards, or away but so much was falling around him, ahead, the weight of his entire world. It was easy to lose track of which was even which.

Even as he struggled and fumbled through all of the resulting haze, Antares still couldn't fathom this. Why? How?! Everything felt strange, like static and he wanted to just fucking wake up and this would all be gone--back to exactly where it was meant to be.

He grasped desperately for his bearings in what was a moment of only relative silence. Finally, after what felt like centuries.. but they echoed. Can tomorrow not be such a mess? he thought absently, tiredly, over the hum of new ache but he managed to find himself, and get back up again. Soon, he was running more, and in trying to veer away from the worst of the moving earth still, he raised his voice again. He didn't have the lung to throw it very far this time, and only tried once to call out for anyone from Moonspear, the Glen. Anyone, he would take the heading of any soul at this point if he could just get to it.

Antares stopped to cough and stumble through some gravel-snow, but possessed and terrified by the potential loss he faced, he had to keep going and reaching out somehow.