Lost Creek Hollow We're on fire

Freyja's voice distracted her from the fall splendor all around them. Her lips stretched into a smile at the girl's astute observation. "Good call," she said, ears tilting as a wind sprang up, scattering the leaves on the forest floor and rustling those still clinging to the limbs overhead. Wildfire naturally tipped her muzzle into it, hoping to pick up more clues about their targets on the breeze, but all she smelled was a hint of winter and...

"Floki?" she whispered, shock freezing up her limbs even as she saw a flash of silver and beige through the trees.