Frostfire Ridge a last minute man of faith

coraline had done her best to avoid the wolves of moonglow and duskfire glacier alike, despite her joy at mireille's desire for her to stay. the sea-born girl was miserable so far inland, away from her mothers and her beloved cliffs — but there were undeniably wonders here, too. the towering terrain of the ridge was one such, with its endless blankets of woodland and its endless grassy stone-strewn fields that almost reminded coraline of the sea in a strange sort of way. she enjoyed the cover of the forest far more than being among the rolling grasses; something about seeing all that land stretched out before her, with no end in sight no matter where she turned, made her feel a bit queasy.

today the sea-girl wove among the woodland in pursuit of a scent she'd caught, one she thought she recognized for some reason. eventually, she spotted the boy who'd left the trail — at a distance, toward the thinning of the tree-line where coraline was reluctant to stray. he wasn't familiar at all, though she hadn't truly expected to recognize him. the realization froze her in place nonetheless, and she stood in stark silence and utter stillness as she watched him, uncertain of her next move.