Sunspire Mountains for the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls

for uncle @Aries

the wavering light of evening filters betwixt the rock, this great rockfall a still-fresh scar from when the earth sought to shed it's mantle and failed. somewhere near, the rhythmic knocking of a woodpecker rings out every few moments. the wolf weaves between the scattered boulders, most managing to dwarf even her. she tests the strength of her still-healing limbs and shoulder, pressing against the hurt. she is not as foolish as to attempt the climb; seeing the boy with three limbs served as a reminder of what came of being impatient with her healing body.  

but nor would she allow herself to be broken as she had been, not again. she remembers the shattered ribcage, the decay that had been her mother, and knows she must be better. the warlord pauses as something swings low overhead; muzzle canting back to regard the raptor that soars upward on a thermal. the sunset rims the creature in gold, gilded wings stretching the distance from her leathered nares to tail tip.