Duskfire Glacier nero fiddled

backdated to a day or so after the fire

this was no sooty kiss from coelacanth and her coaltree. he was liberally covered in ash, the fine edges of his pelt singed by fire. apart from his wretched appearance, his joints ached and his throat burned, and there was a sense of mingled dread and sorrow that permeated his very soul. nevertheless, aditya pulled himself from the maplewood and headed north, up the moraine.

the last he had seen kitten, he had told her to go this way. the sentinel thought, perhaps, that river had joined her, and the two were missing but together. this was clearly the best case scenario; he hoped they had found refuge at a pack nearby. normally, he'd try bracken sanctuary first, but now. . .

his paws stopped just short of the glacier as the mingled scents of wolves drew to a crescendo. this border was clearly marked--it must be the pack alessia spoke of, a name in a language he did not know. if these were indeed the pale wolves--and it smelled a great deal like what he remembered--his presence here would not be welcome. but he would leave no stone unturned in his search for kitten and river.

the plains were on fire. the bad blood between the northerners and morningside paled in comparison.

he let out a howl for the leaders and @Alessia, wincing at the pain in his throat--he had spoken only in low croaks and murmurs, since the flames. he pitched the sound as loud and pleading as possible, hoping someone would return his inquiry soon.