There was a great explosion moments after they'd entered the snowy valley between the Warren and the western mountains. The northern border was filled to the sky with dust and fire. Taryn knew just what Raschen had crushed in his grasp the moment her eyes turned back to the explosion. The Citadel; the central pillar of both the Hume dome and of their political standing in the Warren. A vigil to their power of survival. It was twisted and crumbled under the psychic fists of the enraged Kuguar. Echoing between the explosions and cracks of stone were the screams and cries of those involved. Their culture and their fortress that had made them feel so safe in their reemergence into society had been reduced to ashes and snowy rubble as the powerful Warren winter began its descent into Home.<br/><br/>After a moment's silence, the rumbling began again and the air around them grew heated as Raschen rejoined them, his beads still clicking angrily as he followed close behind, the snow parting in his wake and the sands behind him gathering, solidifying slowly into a copy of himself, possessing the same enraged cadence of step before it calmly scooped Taryn up in its path and cradled her and the cubs protectively, the face of the golem not so stoic as the last. It was fearsome and drawn back to show stone carvings of its creator's fangs. Raschen's scars still glew bright. It seemed the feline wasn't finished in his rampage. He did not speak or move to take another action until they had ascended a trade path into the cliffs. He turned on his paw when they could see over the Warren in their wake. Home was visible in ruins though it seemed nearly all of the damage had been centered upon the towering Citadel and the barracks of their soldiers. The dome had been all but tossed aside, forcing Home to adapt rapidly to survive a Warren winter without the protective shell they had maintained for centuries.<br/><br/>Raschen's poisonous eyes wandered to his own camp and he could have sworn he felt the gaze of his mother falling like stones upon. It was a searing heat against his flesh he knew all too well. The difference of this day was the absence of care the feline had and the lack of respect he now felt for that gaze. Raschen's work was not yet done. With the group watching on he rose his paws once more and they could feel Gaea's cry as he split her flesh apart for the greater good of his clan. For miles across, stretching along the western mountain bases, the Earth began to separate, the cracking sound so piercing it could be felt in the chest of every Warren native. A fiery glow filled the expansive chasm, bursts of smoke and flame puffing along the carved path that now divided the west and the Warren....divided the ignorant hunters from Raschen and his loved ones. With a heavy breath his paws fell to his sides, his scars smoking as their glow faded and his surge of energy ebbed.