Emberflame Ridge the new york tribune

There had been a deer trail cutting through the marsh.
It coursed towards the mountains in patches, with wide sections interspersed between narrow cuts through the grass; she thought, 'A herd—spooked more than once.' Not by her, though. It was easy enough to find the path that they quick-stepped across the earth, and fortunately so... There were scattered clouds catching overhead, and a dampness to the earth here.
Onwards, upwards.
Soon she was surrounded by a chill as the clouds deepened against the mountains, and she could taste it—rain, and soon. A flare of reds upon the next ridge made her heart throb as she yearned for home; and soon enough Severine was picking her way among the trees which were so much like Red-River's own.
There was the temptation to cast her voice high! To sing to the spirits with the hope her mother might hear—but no, she knew better, especially if she hoped to eat tonight.