Otter Creek Only here for the weekend

Wildfire decided to take a slightly different route this time, staying east of the Sunspire Mountains. She intended to travel south along the range's fringe, eventually making her way across the foothills of Sawtooth Spire before heading due west to Redhawk Caldera. The journey would take nearly a week, depending on the pace and how often they (@Arlo would accompany her) stopped to feed or rest. Although she was eager to reconnect with her family members down south, Wildfire wasn't in any rush and planned to maintain a steady but unhurried clip.

Everything went beautifully according to plan, though a heavy rain began to fall when Wildfire and Arlo arrived at the base of Sawtooth's familiar peak. Despite the onslaught, the scout and her escort did not stop except to pause and reset their course in the direction of the setting sun (currently obscured by gray clouds). They might even reach her birthplace by nightfall, a thought which made Wildfire's heart skip a beat even as they stumbled across a burbling creek and she suddenly slipped in the mud.

"You should find somewhere dry to hang out while I clean up this mess," Wildfire said to Arlo, sludge dripping from her face and much of the rest of her slender red body. The rain was helping but she was eyeing the creek, swollen and rushing with the rainfall. "I'll howl for you when I'm ready to keep going," she added, motioning the guard toward the nearby crags before stepping toward the cold rapids and beginning to dip in each body part, one by one.