Ankyra Sound burning, falling down so many times before

Luckily for the dark pelted girl, Raleska had been sleeping outside of the Grotto, and so woke with a shudder as her mother's outraged shrieks reached her ears. She instantly feared the worst; her throat and sides suddenly stung as if the ghosts of her old wounds had been woken, perhaps stroked into existence by the ephemeral memory of Drageda wolves grappling for her flesh.

Drageda's army did not meet her on the shore; in their place, her mother stood -- with Firefly tense and visibly as confused as Raleska. A chill breeze rifled through her fur as she sleepily padded next to her mother, and on that wafting wind she recognized a scent that caused her hair to stand on end.

She knew that scent, having very nearly been savaged by a catamount on the Plateau.. Her eyes widened and she looked from Firefly to her mother, meeting her dam's frenzied gaze with a quiet horror.