Cian's attention was torn between the two across the other side of the crater, the glow from said crater, and the sound, of someone, or something, behind him. Being downwind from the crater meant whoever was behind him was downwind of him, so he couldn't pick up the scent, especially with the assailing of his nose by the burnt scrub and dirt. And the two others.

He thought for a moment, then with one hand shoved in the pocket of his jacket, he moved closer to the crater, eyes watching the other two, ears tuned to whoever or whatever it was behind him.

"Made a bit of a hole," he said, the heat still intense but not enough to stop him from trying to peer over the edge at the contents of the crater.