Neverwinter Forest I’ve been killing all my time.

Maude hadn't smelled a fire in a long time. She associated the phenomenon with summer, with lightning storms and dry woods. But winter? In the wet and cold near the sea? Never. But, alas, it happened. The pale snow shifted in a gradient towards gray, an acidic tinge in the air, seeping into everything. It lingered, even as the days went by, and she largely ignored it. The fire hadn't spread, nor was it creeping towards them. They had little but an annoyance to concern themselves about.

But not all shared her casual disregard. As the woman passed the western border, she saw one of the younger wolves hunched amidst the foliage, looking towards the blot in the sky. Maude walked towards the youth, barging into another's thoughts as she always did. If'n yer tryin' t'go towards dat fire, I'd give it a few days. Wait 'til it starts smoulderin',