Firefly Glen the light could become our darkness

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As he began to try to pick his pace up again, he had to slow back down quickly, wincing, and seething all at once. He tasted blood, smelled it. His. Right, right.. him. But he was determined that he didn't have time to be concerned. His chest was bloodied from the pitch of a fall he barely remembered the detail of already, the rest of him dirtied too--starting to look all the part of his fresh upheaval. He started off slower that time, easing into it, trying to block it all from focus as he looked for a good, easier route close to the Spear from here.

Still very much in flight mode, he didn't want to think about any of it as he looked ahead, and then above to attempt to take this all in. His parents had been on the mountain, he knew that. Vega, his last littermate... Likely all of his younger siblings, too: Mira, Altair, Caelum. Uncle, aunts. Everyone. It was their home, so of course this was where they would be on some unsuspecting winter's night, probably cozy and warm, or stalking along contentedly, and his heart gave a horrible squeeze at the thought. As he continued his search for sign of them, he finally caught wind of Bronco's howl--a tiny sliver of hope, and a light in all this hellscape.

The dark Ostrega skidded to a messy halt to listen and try to catch his breath. Good. Bronco was rallying the others, he guessed, and sounded far off still. Thankfully. He grimaced again, despite this relief. 

Please, I'll... Antares tried to howl back, but feared it might fall short. Even without his message, hearing him may be worth something though so he tried anyway. He really did want to just go to his friend now. It was the best guarantee he had heard yet. Soon. Antares called louder, straight to the point. Since he was already this close, he was going to keep searching more first since, especially comforted by the fact that one: the Blackthorn wasn't dead in all of this, and two: he was calling the survivors out from a distance. They would be in good paws with him until Antares could make his way back as well. Hopefully, if there was anyone for him to find, he could bring them too.

But after he said that much, it would be silence from him for some time. He scoured the wounded earth, and eventually, exhaustion had to have its way.