Porcupine Ridge luxuriant adonis is dying

The fair maiden had suffered along the shoulders of the mountain range for long enough. Like an endless wall, they stretched toward the West, to where she knew the earth would end and the sea would begin. There it was, she hoped, she should be reunited once again with her love. 

She realized though, that she was not made for rocky terrain when she had had enough of travelling along the foothills, growing impatient with the jagged mountains that offered no clear passage. When she thought she'd found a way to pass through with relative ease, she found herself swiftly corrected, and too exhausted from her climb to safely make her way back down. 

Disheartened and hopeless, she traipsed as carefully as she could along the ridge, seeking somewhere to find shelter, doing her best not to dwell on her failure. Had she made the wrong decision? Oh, why couldn't she have just been patient, and continued to the coastline where the salty seas dissolved the mountains into sand? 

Regardless, she'd have to rest for the night and had begun to poke around a copse of trees when the winds changed, and brought to her the scent of another. Musky, strong and feminine- in such a remote place, perhaps she had come to weather her cycle in a place less likely to draw her attention from suitors. Thresher might have left the other well alone had she not caught the distinguishing scent of salt mixed in heavily with her scent. Almost as much as she smelled of hormones, she smelled of home. Hoping perhaps that she might have some form of fortune smiling upon her that might rekindle a long-lost friendship, she began to follow the scent until she saw the tawny haunches of a wolf, busy digging what looked like a burrow near a tree. 

Thresher's breath caught in her throat; digging so close to a tree on the mountainside could be treacherous. Tree-wells could swallow a wolf whole in an instant. "Hey! Do be careful!" She called out urgently.