Morningside Cuesta enter, pursued by a memory

Well this felt great — and not in that sarcastic way he usually meant it. He took a deep breath to give the sky another resounding SCREW YOU!

Instead he sneezed, and his nose twitched, and he sneezed again.

Persia turned and trotted toward the foreign scent, thoughtlessly seeking out a wolf he had never met from a pack he'd probably never heard of. What could possibly go wrong?

"HEY."

He said it from the next rise as he crested it, and caught sight of a slippy-figured lady with a streak of red racing down her back. He was tempted to turn up the charm, but instead he stood there feeling awkward as he took in the finer details. The woman was run ragged, and that was a huge mood-killer.

"Are you good?"

She did not look good.