Emberflame Ridge oh wrap the ground around

for @Wardruna. set for tomorrow evening, just before nightfall <3

since leaving the field of burial mounds, mona had scarcely thought about tindome, or delight, or even the collar that still bumped uncomfortably around her throat — she was beset with wanderlust and did not decamp to find her packmates. instead, the gangly red mayfair lengthened her stride and followed the curve of a mountain, until a ridge of singed trees caught her curious gaze.
here she smelled death, and the dry ash of things that had not been alive for quite some time. and explore each tree mona would have, with a deep satisfaction, if the sky at that very moment had not opened and poured a springtime deluge of water across the mountains.
sputtering, and now soaked, mona pressed herself against one charcoal-caked trunk, shaking out her ruff as best she could and fighting the shiver of her limbs as she searched in the sudden rainstorm for shelter.