Emberwood We keep on waiting for the miracle to come

Aw!

In one of his dreams, he was being chased by someone he recognized. A huge, bear-sized wolf with a white pelt and yellow eyes. His legs were tired, heavy and slow- no matter how he tried it seemed impossible for him to run and escape her. 

When he awoke, he forgot about the dream, but something that had appeared in the last, split second of his dream did stick with him. 

As dawn spilled through the forest, he made his way along the Northern fork in the river toward the borders, where his voice might both be sent out into the open and rebound off the mountains. 

For @Ingrid he called. Summoning her to the forest that lay at the feet of the mountain that stood apart from the rest, in the Emberwood where Arcana had begun to lay its claim.