The Tangle I could be the bullets of a Gatling gun

Sights on the ground, nose twitching for scent. River rock and warm bark met her first, before a stronger scent mixed through the mist of the waters, accompanied by a sigh.

Crystalline eyes fluttered as the ranger looked up and around, one paw raised in frozen in a forward momentum that never came.

Oh! her surprise intermingled with a laugh when she saw the firebrand there along the opposite shores. Dhalia turned to meet her with a grin and a generous wave of her tail. You must be from one of the packs around here, hmm? she spoke louder than usual, and trusted her voice would carry over the heavy waters, unless you’re just a stranger like me.