Firefly Ravine black thunder

His answer didn’t particularly surprise her, considering they were nowhere near the canyon. Her lips parted to answer his question when yet another growl of thunder interrupted them, growing louder now as the storm neared. As of yet, no rain had begun to fall, though Meerkat could feel the wind picking up and pressing against her back.

It’s a pack living in the Sunspires, she called back to him when she could be heard, gesturing toward the sawtooths behind him. Where are you from, then? I’m from Sapphique, if you know of it. My name’s Meerkat. Sveijarn-Corten, a voice added sadly in the back of her mind.