Emberwood red woe

With her travels amounting to little so far, Sulukinak was growing restless.

She found her way to the cliffside again - a different one, one which afforded a vision of the maplewood from afar. Maybe she hoped to see the hunters again.

Larch and aspen stood tall and pale, transitioning through shades of sunlight and fire. Sulukinak nosed through a pile, having detected curious scents, but gave it up soon enough.

Onward she would go; but if this proved a dead-end, she would seek her fortune south.