Heron Lake Plateau Somewhere sunshine burns

@Sadey @Indra III @Aliki

Thunder rumbled a threat, and as the cool winds from the coast were heaved inland they mixed with the hot air held in a pocket against the mountains. Overhead, a shelf cloud formed, growing tall and angry like a giant castle with a single spire. Small flashes of light began to flicker deep within the pooling clouds. It would be some time yet before they broke and released a downpour, but the tension had already begun to grow in the air. 

Æsilír could scent wolves along the riverbank, and had made sure to avoid the island as she made her way up from the South, figuring that whoever lived on it might be defensive of even the shallow waters where their markings would be carried downriver. She scaled the side of the Caldera, and it was there that she found an unusual scent. She thought she'd heard something, as well- some kind of distant call, but couldn't quite place the kind of creature it would belong to. A mountain lion? Perhaps. It smelled feline, but...Different. 

She began to follow the scent; curiosity killed the cat, afterall- not the dog.