Heron Lake Plateau locked and loaded, where the hell is peace of mind?

Unfortunately Fire wasn't going to get very far before someone picked up on her scent.

Ambrose wasn't sure what drew him after her. Maybe nothing. Maybe the sight of snow falling on the plateau had him sort of weirded out, it was way too early for that shit. But whatever caused him to roam, roam he did, and right across Fire's path. He saw her igneous silhouette set against the grey of the sky and chose to seek it out.

When he got close, though, Ambrose was surprised. His brows raised as he looked her over and without missing a beat he cajoled her, Hate to see the other guy. There was a slight tone of concern to his voice but he wasn't going to outright ask about what happened—but she seemed like she'd had better days.