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She was a red stain upon an otherwise drab canvas. A streak of crimson flanked by the gray clouds and dim light of morning. She slithered across the earth with as much insistence as a hungry snake, winding one way, twisting another, taking hours to work her way towards the mountain peaks in the distance. By midday the girl had reached a lake of some sort, and paused along the bank to recuperate and watch for fish. Salamander was panting, heaving breaths in and out, and her patience waned even before she caught her breath. A few moments later she was off again - growing curious as the thickening smell of wolves met her flaring nostrils.