Emberflame Ridge without a border between your lips

Sneaking in here.... :p

Perhaps it is her loneliness that first draws her toward the scent, yet at the same time it chilled her to the bone - for it was another of the same species, she was certain, and other wolves were dangerous. Scary. Perhaps her pup-like thinking was ridiculous on the outside, but her lithe body was trembling already (a combination from both the winter and the idea of a stranger). No, she must be brave - Banrion had made her promise, and she did not intend to break this vow. So maybe it is this thought that drives her on, forward, despite the fear placed stiffly in her heart.

There - by the sharp edge of the cliff, a figure made of dark hues. Her eyes widened slightly with anxiety as she stood a good 15 metres behind him, taking a tentative step backwards once more. No closer she would move - her heart pounded, each violent pump sending shivers of terror down her spine. Submit, her mind screamed to her, though the other side scolded her of how stupid such thoughts were. Conflicted she was now, did she run or did she approach? 

This had been a bad idea, a foolish one. If she could barely hold her ground when a stranger made movements toward her first, how could she expect to greet one herself? August froze in place, unable even to shake the dusting of snow that had gathered previously on her back. Run, leave...