Emberwood We keep on waiting for the miracle to come

she was not far from the woods, having crossed over the mountain some time ago.  she wondered if she would truly hear from him again; many wolves made promises, though few had ambition and fewer still had what it took to bring them to life. 

she howled back, a low one-note call, before she made her way to him.  as she made her approach it was clear that, from face value, he had chosen an advantageous position.  she wondered how she would fare, nestled up against the foot of that broad mountain.

she stopped a few paces away from him.  it is good to hear from you, bronco.