Emberflame Ridge oh wrap the ground around

it was very difficult to find poise in a downfall, streaked with mud, and parted from her packmates, but the witch-daughter tried valiantly all the same. "what about the willows, that way?" she murmured quietly with a gesture of her muzzle, murkwater eyes meeting his for a faint moment. the man's tension was not lost on the nuro, who feared the death from the skies the same as he. it was that terror that goaded her small pawsteps alongside the rock-giant, the details of which she secretly hoped to observe once they had settled.
but the mountain was bare, and the willows would be soaked, she knew. still, the interlacement of their long leaves would be some respite from the deluge and the electricity in the high clouds; she did not suspect a mountain would do that for them. "you know, whatever you want to do is good!" the girl chirped with untimely, fake gaiety, her ruse shattered a moment later when thunder bellowed again and elicited an abrupt whine from the mayfair. fear was beginning to bleed into what little logic mona did possess; a heartbeat more of time, and she would dash for the willows, with or without the stone god.