Bearclaw Valley Where’s the fire? What’s the hurry about?

A loud bang in the night pulled Ameline from her sleep with a start. The sound of heavy rain muted the rolling rumble of thunder that followed the strike. She watched it from her den for a few moments, inhaling the scent of wet grass, before the dozed off again. 

When she went to the sentry stone the next morning, she caught the scent of smoke on the air. A light haze on the horizon was the only real indication, but she was given reason to suspect that a lightning strike had ignited a fire somewhere. 

Warily, she perched upon the stone, and watched.