Silvertip Mountain Scream to the gods that you have lost

Her sleep was interrupted, but perhaps for a good reason. Evermore was not alone on the mountain, there was indeed more life around her than she expected. The scent and voice of another, cautiously making their way closer, caused her to stir and sit up. She shakes her head a few times, attempting to correct the blurry vision of her dues due to sheer exhaustion.

Closer and closer, the other moved forward until Evermore, protectively and surprisingly non aggressively, slid herself back a few inches. She was in no condition to defend herself, not like this. While the seemingly wolf-lile shape in front of her seemed to not have a bad aura, Evermore didn't risk it. It wasn't until she spoke again, softly, that the tawny woman felt a little safer to sit still.

"The coast," she started off slowly, "was swallowed whole by the ocean. I ran away, before I was swallowed too." . Who knew if the coast would ever recover from this event, perhaps it would lie forever in the damnation of the earth's decay in this land. The sand would remain sea swept and broken, the water at a high tide, the trees destroyed and uprooted.

"no one else ran." . Evermore didn't realize the connotation her words might have given off. It
may sound like she had a family, but in reality, she simply didn't see anyone else trying to escape the coast with her. Perhaps she was one of the last ones to escape.