Dragoncrest Cliffs So comes snow after fire.

#100!

As she drank she looked out upon the lake, at her reflection, and at the tremble of the surface just beyond. For a moment Seregryn forgot her desires for conquest and control — she watched as the silvered spine of a fish crested the frigid water, listened to the creature splash its tail, and then drew her eyes away once the stillness resumed. She licked her lips, a thoughtful expression upon her face, and began to march again. As she followed the edge of the lake she came upon a boulder.

And as Seregryn slipped around the boulder, she unwittingly — gracelessly — slammed head-first into another wolf. As her body connected with the dark shape she belched an awkward grunt and reversed her steps, coming to an abrupt halt a few feet back, where she planted her rear end. For a second she had a stunned look on her face (the fuh wazzaht?) which swiftly morphed into a look of concentrated fury — and she was standing again, doing a good impression of an angry porcupine while her tail lashed behind her.