Emberflame Ridge Your name is a sin I breathe

A wood once lit aflame by its vibrant canopy, now snuffed by the chill breath of winter. Abel Redleaf dragged along a grave of red-turned-black leaves. The frosted earth sent a shiver through his spine with every other step.

His spindly body craved for some sort of warmth tonight, a wink of rest even. The gnawing at his belly protested. It guided him through the wood more so than his mind, and it’d receive no aid other than an ear on standby.

Disturbance traveled through the wind. Not the rustling of a rodent, or the fluttering of bird’s wing. Something, though it was impossible to discern without traveling to its source. So forward he went. The closer he believed he was, the less careless his steps became.

Abel had crept upon a scent trail nearly lost from memory. Another wolf, they had to be near. Sure enough he’d soon find a whimpering mass of soot in the snow.

Hello? He approached the other with hesitance. Hey, are you ok?