Left of west and coming in a hurry with the Furies

Before they left, Morganna had decided to trek to find out where her dad had gotten to. He'd been close by when they first came to the Armada, but since then, well, he'd kinda vanished. Her owl was even flying now, it had been so long, so she set out with her ravens leading the way, and a general idea on what direction to go. Towards the next nearest mountain had to be a close shot, didn't it?

But even in the short time she had been here, things seemed to be changing. She wasn't old enough to know of a time before, if this was the way things always were at this time of year, or if this was different. She could deduce from the way the adults looked at each other, like when they looked at each other when they saw her for the first time, that something wasn't quite right... Like the lights that danced at the tippy top of the Col, or further east on the big mountain there, the way the ground seemed to be up one day and down the next, or the rumble that passed beneath her paws, like someone was down in the ground, trying to break free.

The young pup took it all in her stride though, it wasn't like she had much to compare it to, but if nobody wanted to tell her what was going on, well she figured she'd just have to sort it out herself.

Slipping from the trees that made up the last of the Armada's claimed land, she headed south-east, towards the gaping hole in the ground at the bottom of the mountain. Maybe there would be a way up from this side? Or maybe she could check out what was going on under the ground, and figure out what was pounding at the earth like it was trying to break free. She didn't notice her small owl continue up the mountain, unhindered by the rolling earth beneath her master's paws.