Emberflame Ridge oh wrap the ground around

clearly, waiting around for the rain to stop was a stupid decision; the crushed fragrance of willows was suddenly on the brisk air, however, and the nuro flicked her wet ears as a thunderclap boomed overhead, flinching somewhat. lightning forked moments later, and the mayfair caught her breath as a figure was illuminated, scaling the ridge and seemingly heading right for her.
the wolf was massive, and mona felt her smallness, and the absence of safety among the tindome wolves. she had traded it for adventure along the coast and this burned place, as if she was too stupid to remember also she wasn't the only wolf in this region. the child backed slowly away, hoping her sodden pelt would go unnoticed. the willow-trees were not far off, and mona knew there she could sequester herself.
it was not to be; this was a clumsy age, and down into the mud mona tripped, sliding some ways along the ridge as lightning lit the skies once more.