The Sunspire I cried "dear god, I am your child -- send your angels down."

@Donovan Azura <3

It did Riley no good to move these days. The rain came endlessly in torrents down the mountain, and the going was far too slick for even a hale wolf to easily navigate.

Mostly, the Redleaf yearling kept to the crag where he had first seen Orlaith. Praimfaya had come across him a few days before, but the male remained ostensibly rooted to this spot. He'd not had much to eat in days, was sore from constantly licking his unhappy wounds, and was in a foul kind of mood as dark clouds rolled into the valley followed by the silent forking of distant lightning.