Falls of the Hinterlands New Goodbye

"The rudest," Fluke teased good-naturedly, sarcasm showing in the playful roll of his jade green eyes as she introduced herself. Like Wildfire, she was a Redleaf, and he supposed the majority of the wolves that lived in the Copse were also Redleafs; which wasn't a bad thing. The surname was close enough to that belonging to the Redhawks that he felt it would further tie the two packs together, maing them even better allies. All the Redleafs he'd met thus far had been wonderful wolves- though Fluke did tend to think wonderfully of everyone at first glance. Still; they'd given him a home, and were treating him like family. That was more than enough to earn Fluke's respect, devotion and trust. 

She began to speak more about religion as they neared the banks, and he thought she had a very interesting opinion about life, and what might come afterwards. She'd called it 'colourful;' which was a concept that the completely colourblind Fluke could still understand, given that he could see shades. He liked that Wraen was open to creativity and not just believing in things which were tangible. He opened his mouth, likely to give her another compliment, when he felt the ground start to shudder beneath his feet. 

He stepped closer to Wraen and turned to look over his shoulder, putting his body between the mountain and his newfound packmate. Just above one of the peaks, a fair mist began to rise; it was white, like a cloud, but it seemed to rise on the air, rather than as a part of it. He flinched as a loud crack echoed through the valley, and from just beyond one massive, rocky shoulder, the thick coating of snow and ice began to shift and slide down the mountainside in a swell that began almost as a wave, but very quickly turned into a rocky, dirty storm as the avalanche began to pass over trees and cliffs. They were quite far away- but Fluke couldn't be sure they were far enough away, so he nudged Wraen's side, hoping she would instinctively just start to run. "We need to find shelter," He urged, hoping that they could find something to put between themselves and the steady, looming stream of snow, ice and rocks that was thicker than his haunches.