The Sunspire On a hillside, desolate

While Nara had been busy with the marking, another wolf had approached and announced herself. Oh, just marking the borders, I guess Nara responded, looking at her creation proudly. Then gravity ruined everything when streaks of water and mud started to run down. Now it looked more like someone had smashed his head against the rock in a fit of rage than like a carefully placed pawprint. Oh, well… she sighed quietly.

Nara had seen the slender, fire-kissed wolf before at the Sunspire, but she couldn't quite remember her name. I don't think we have properly met - I'm Nara she said. Are you doing an extra patrol too? she asked curiously. Nara didn't have that many contacts on the mountain who kept her up to date with the latest events and maybe this flame-colored woman would know more about the whole Redshank incident.