Redtail Rise yumi na teik won sonraun au?

After traveling so tirelessly from her home to the coastline and then deeper inland again, the days of ceaseless movement finally caught up to Wildfire. She fell into a more leisurely pace as she continued to explore the westernmost regions of the sprawling northern taiga. Several days passed in which she barely traveled more than half a dozen miles in any given direction, sometimes doubling back on her route to more deeply investigate a territory previously bypassed. That was what brought her to the foot of the charred Redtail Rise, squinting up the scarred slopes and breathing in the barely detectable scent of old ash.

There was another smell on the chilly February air too: a wolf. Wildfire could not see anyone from where she stood, yet it was a fresh, nearby scent. Slowly, the youthful outrider began to ascend the stony hillock, keeping eyes, ears and nose peeled for any sign of the stranger whose smell lingered in her curious nose. Her black tail flicked, held out stiffly behind her to keep her balance as the particularly accident-prone yearling navigated ever upward.