Emberflame Ridge oh wrap the ground around

wardruna takes note of the thick, black band around her neck when the next strike of lightning illuminates the world around them, his functioning eye roving over it with unbridled suspicion for a moment. the world goes black and he judges that whatever it is, is not a threat. or if it is, it's not the most pressing threat to him at the moment. she points out the willows and his singular gaze follows the projected path of that particular direction.

he is bullheaded and thinks that a cave might be a better option but there's no guarantee that there are any caves and it occurs to wardruna that the willows might be their best bet. she chirps that whatever he wanted was good but the opportunity to take the lead slips from between his jaws with another roll of thunder and a whine from her. she takes off for the willows and wardruna faces two options abruptly. follow after her or head the way he was going to go. if she is to be the flame then that makes him the moth as he's after her in the next heartbeat, his long legs allowing him to catch up to her in record time.