Swiftcurrent Creek and now what?

That's alright! <3

Bazi dreamed of fire. She had seen fire only once - the lucky combination of dry weather, lightning, and a field of dry grass. The heat and smell of it had thrilled her, but it was the colour that rooted her to the spot until the fuel ran out. Bright, ferocious orange and yellow, unlike anything she had ever seen in the North. It was as beautiful as it was fierce, and when the blaze finally turned to smoking ash she had felt and overwhelming sense of loss.

When the yearling opened her eyes, she saw fire for the second time. She unfurled, sitting up slowly, and regarded her stalker with a calm, blue gaze.

Haunter was her direct opposite. She was petite - he was imposing. His eyes were fire - hers was water. She was painfully white against their increasingly green surroundings - he could melt into the night, and disappear. She felt suddenly self-conscious about the dirt and grime that clung to her underside. "You're staring at me," she murmured.