Razorback Ridge ذروة قرمزي razor-teeth

The weather had been stormy with rain off and on. Sayyadina was stunned by the abundant sky water. She was a creature of open, arid lands. Sand and dry grass. Rolling hills. These tall pines and jagged peaks were alien to the wanderer.

She traveled following a rumor and spied another coyote woman moving in the distance. Sayyadina’s large ears cupped forward. Their kind were not pack animals like wolves, but perhaps this stranger knew of those she sought.