Big Salmon Lake last night's clothes and tomorrow's dreams

Quite sorry for the delay! I had a project I was working on that sorta took up my time for a few days. :)

The chuff is a distraction and Emori sighs with a little effort, like she can’t quite get a full breath and her chest tightens, constricting upward and to her throat. It reminds her of the fire, suffocating her under a heavy layer of dark smoke while the sun disappears. Her head shakes, ears flipping in irritation. She chokes out a raspy breath she worries may never return to normal but by the end she’s able to take in air without too much struggle.

Her eyes open slowly and she peers up at the other wolf, tawny, and much closer than she expects him to be. She flashes her teeth but it’s limp and she tucks it away when she remembers she’s in no position to poke beasts in the upperhand.

“I just needed to rest,” she wheezes tiredly.

Carefully, the dark wolf tries to stand. Her legs are shaky, but one at a time she rises, and she thinks she might have it. Emori pushes one front limb forward and anchors her weight. It’s sturdy, for now, but a stronger breeze might sweep her right off her feet.

“Where am I?”