Horizon Ridge sunny, money, keep it funky

Mallaidh moves up the rubble, following the familiar path she’d familiarized herself with Saarthal and Max. Would her friend even come back this way? Would she go all the way to the plateau? She closes her eyes and thinks, breathes, and her ear twitches slightly behind her. Rock moves beneath another’s food and the sea air brings her the scent and the second before he speaks, she starts to turn.
 
Down the way is another wolf, tall and thin, dark in color, and she doesn’t recognize him. Her heart skips a beat, thinking her brother has remained on the ridge and he’s back. She goes through the whole series of whether or not they’d fight again, what she would say, and how she’d get him back in a matter of seconds. Anxiety takes off like a Boeing, straight into the sky, and she has to shake her head to get any clear thought back into her mind. 
 
“Hey,” she calls back, looking down at the rubble beneath her feet to retrace her path back down.