Emberflame Ridge The music of the moment.

His gaze swept one way, then the other, and each time he changed direction it was like seeing the world for the first time. The ridge was burning with reds and golds, apparently free of any autumnal shift; but it made him think that more time had passed, and that he'd been wandering these woods for months — the scent of spring was all around him, but not the sight.  Eventually he began to feel dizzy and took a moment to let that feeling settle; unfortunately, it never really stopped. 

Ain't it pretty, here? A voice rang out from further along the ridge, to the north. The man turned and found himself spotlighted by a stranger, and they looked at one another for a moment; Yellowbelly being oblivious to the way the other wolf looked him up-and-down. Its very pretty! Do you live here — ah, do I? That would be pretty cool!