Just as the fire water was sliding down the Smoking Mountain the clouds overhead began to drop skywater, and in moments it was a downpour. The firewater began to give off steam but it continued to flow down the mountain and into the valley. Cyrix stepped forward with a horrified look on his face as he stared up at the smoking mountain now certain that Longtail was lost. He leaned against a tree and began to silently cry for his lost nephew.
Grandma Longneck leaned over and nuzzled Littlefoot not sure if she wanted to tell what had just happened.