Cassiopeia's View The hand of Gods

The dust, the dirt, and the heat which came from the great star which touched the earth rose up into the skies. It darkened them, filling the air with something unsavory and Hemlocke's nose wrinkled and a cough there after. His curious heart wanted him to decend the view here and see the destruction up close and all which it had done but his mind knew it best not to.

He knew he would have to descend the mountains either way, though back toward home and tell his packmates of what had transpired if they had not seen to it already. This is when he takes note then that he is not alone, his senses having betrayed him by not knowing far sooner.

She had come directly to him, as though she wished to stand by his side and view the might of the Gods as well. A tiny woman compared to his own height and colored rather softly and lovely. So small, he thought her to be perhaps coywolf instead. His ears and head falls, offering a silent agreement that he meant her no harm should she not the same.