Duskfire Glacier When fire touches ice.

Everfree headed north-east out of the Emberwood with a full belly and a clearer head. She had seen neither hair nor hide of her mother for days and was close to letting herself believe that this time, finally, it would stay that way. She would be free to make her own decisions about the world and its wolves, come what damn well may.

Everfree was covering ground at a jaunty trot when she spotted a dark figure up a head. It seemed to be moving towards the distant glacier with purpose, as if it had business there. Everfree decided to follow. She crouched low, but despite her best efforts to be sneaky, the flatlands offered little protection. All it would take was one breeze or snapping twig to alert the stranger to her presence.