Emberflame Ridge You carry my fears as the heavens set fire

YOINKS

A creeping power coursed through her veins. 

The north in her blood felt alive here in the frozen trees as she raced after a snowshoe hare, paws drumming a steady rhythm into the frost-hardened earth. Each step swelled her confidence, her independence, and as she bore down on the creature she knew this was the right path for her. 

A predictive swerve, a direction changed in a heartbeat - but it was the wrong call. Teeth bit on empty air as the hare sped into the snow-laden forest, leaving Yuralria panting with nothing to show for her efforts. 

Frustration bloomed in her chest. The feeling of loss, the first of many challenges, must be overcome. But how? Before she could dwell much on it, a snapping twig nearby caught her attention.