Horizon Ridge Niptaruk

Lane picked her way through the rubble at the base of the ridge, slowly making her way northward as she rounded the edge of the ridge. Once the ridge began pulling eastward, the wind died down and the terrain gave way to a scattering of enormous trees. Lane sniffed at the base of the nearest one, searching for a hollow in which she might curl up for the night. 

The sounds of her own movements briefly silenced as she sniffed, and Lane thought she heard  the slightest rustle in the underbrush as she stood motionless. Her head swung around, and she squinted into the gathering darkness. "Hello?" she inquired with a low woof. Maybe it was that woman she'd seen wading in the bay the day before?