precious and fragile things

This can be my concluding post, and I will lead it into the one with the bear!

Their conversation had ebbed, and both wolves looked with scrutiny out onto the pack land. Far in the distance, he could see the beginnings of Emberwood. It rose like a brushfire up the side of the mountain, with the only detail Dovev could make out being the bright change of leaves. Farther out was the Sunspire gracing the horizon, with it's many valleys and lakes hidden under a shadow.

With a yawn, Dovev debated whether or not now was the time to take a nap. The sky was beginning to cloud with dark puffballs, hinting at rain. He would have to travel somewhere far along the river to find shelter, or wait it out. Although the male was used to the cold, he hated the feeling of water pressing it's clammy fingers onto his skin. It was unnerving. He was about to respond with a nod when a blast of wind swelled out from under the approaching storm. It brought with it a purely distinct scent of a loner, and immediately he felt his hackles rise. With a glance to the tawny female, Dovev was on his feet and tramping down the grassy knoll with a quick pace.