Firefly Glen Cellophane Flowers of Yellow and Green

Her eyes squeezed shut as she called for help. When they popped open again, they widened at the strange streaks of colors in the sky. Raven's voice dropped off abruptly as she gazed upward, mouth ajar. She might have stood there for hours if not for the shadowy shape suddenly and noisily rushing at her.

Her black fur prickled apprehensively and she took several steps back even as the stranger halted, lowering his head and tail as if catching himself. Raven eyeballed him, feeling both aloof and desperate, which was quite a predicament. At his question, she bit her lip, then admitted, "The caldera." There was an exasperated note in her voice, which was not aimed at him at all. She was tired of getting lost so easily and wished her inner compass wasn't totally broken.