Flycatcher Downs Sometimes being too courageous is a problem

hihi don't mind me! i wanted to snag this up. ;___;

When they had reached the Spires, they had spread out considerably. There was work to be done and much of in the way of claiming ground. But for Echelon, she had been handed a task all of her own. Apparently when it was necessity to be mailing someone out to figure out what the state of conditions were, it was her. And she didn't really think of herself as a scout, though in essence she would have probably made a good one. That thought did occur to her as she ventured outward, pressing forward through the swath of devastation that had come to the lower climes of the mountains. Finding prey was certain one thing that came to her mind, knowing that their hunting grounds would have to stem from somewhere off the mountain and at quite a distance anyway. It wouldn't be one of those let's haul this back moments, not entirely. They'd kill what they could eat, rinse and repeat.

And she was hours into her journey through the mess of tangled assorted countryside when she caught wind of where some of the herds may have ventured to. Whatever time had passed since the onslaught of the weather was negotiable; she didn't pay attention. But the prey was rolling on back, perhaps surveying the damage just in the way that the wolves were venturing out to do so as well. It surprised her that even here, the storm had come through. It was probably several stages and episodes to a storm, but to her it was as though one large and massive beast from the sky had come down and twisted it all up. Ate it up and threw it up, threw it out because it was the roughest and worst bout of projectile vomiting the earth had ever seen. Volcanoes did that, she surmised, so this had to be some sort of sky volcano.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, there was some anthropomorphic being scribbling away with nub ends of crayons to picture this for her, but she had already forgotten about it when she spotted another wolf. A light-colored beady little dot on the horizon, perhaps too caught up in what they were doing to notice someone so paper-thin and tiny as her. She slunk down through the spread grassland, peeling across the earth like some miniaturized heat-seeking missile to seek him out. Curious, because she remembered this area. Curious, because there was pack nearby to here that she had so kindly decided to instigate nonsense with. Something about chasing off their food or some shit, she didn't remember the real details to it. Either way, she had hauled ass to get away and even lingered around long enough to go shucks, that sucks, it wasn't me (and they didn't believe her but whatever).

Her approach slowed when she felt she was within range to be spotted, and she took the effort to make herself known. Maybe he was nursing a wound she didn't quite suss out for herself, maybe he was just pretending not to see her. Hell, maybe he didn't care about anything at all. But she chuffed lowly at him, holding off but intently curious about what he was doing there. Alone. And stuff.