Redtail Rise I'm walking here!

Tuathal had taken the very long way west, pinballed between hostile land and claims he preferred to avoid. But there seemed to be no pack here, only the choke of flame-charred wood and the lingering smell of ash. He slid through the trees.

The soot sullied his paws a dull shade of grey, and he eyed the effect with a raised brow. Interesting. He toyed his tongue against his teeth and considered, then collapsed himself to the ground and rolled his back against the ashen cover. Clouds of grey clutched the air, both around and within - and he realized pretty much as soon as his lungs seized up that maybe that was dumb - and he felt himself catch with a fit of coughing.