Porcupine Ridge all you have is your fire

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Her figure was stark against the cool grey of the mountain. Shrouded in night, the snow whipped past her, causing her muzzle to arch higher in the air, testing its scent. It wasn’t an ideal time of the year to be a lone wolf, and yet Ketzia, given her luck would not run out, was unwilling to rush her next choice for home.  She did not know yet what she sought—only that her homes prior had been of quick decisions and for survival.
 
Delicate prints lay embedded in the snow behind her, and every so often the gypsy wolf would sway her muzzle to the direction of the ocean, recalling the rather alluring figure of Ford, who had certainly proven an interesting acquaintance. Yet the moment her eyes had befallen the looming mountain, the pale dove had been keen to explore it—though now she moved with caution, as the sharp ledges in the black and white night promised a fatal injury should she slip.