Dragoncrest Cliffs Cut me loose

In a matter of moments, Wildfire found herself alone again, watching Warbone's retreating figure as it rapidly disappeared into the smear of rainfall. She hunkered down in her makeshift shelter, which more or less shielded her. The occasional cold raindrop made it through, hitting the top of her head or somewhere along her spine and making her shiver. It was better than being out there, exposed, even though she wished she could have stayed on the bluff and taken in the view.

Somewhere nearby, she knew the so-called "philosopher" lurked, yet Wildfire had no interest in making contact. In fact, she hoped the stranger would leave her well enough alone. She pressed the line of her belly to the damp earth, assuming a sphinx-like position, eyelids drooping as she watched the blustery day unfold and thought where she would head next once the weather cleared.

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