The Sunspire the world was on fire

one such wolf that cared for even the briefest departure of his wolves - especially a wolf he fancied as much as he did ketzia - turned an ear to the sound of her call, and took up an immediate lope in the direction she had gone. he outpaced her; maintaining a steady jog up the mountain until her scent had strengthened tenfold and left his mouth dry with sudden anticipation.

her silken figure materialized ahead of him against the orange-and-greylit sky. she was framed in such a natural, unrepeatable halo, that stigmata felt need to pause and remember the undisturbed sight of her, before woofing out her name and resuming his stormy approach.