Sun Mote Copse Whiskey river

He agreed to come along, so Wildfire began strolling toward their destination. She nodded to acknowledge his remark, even though she found it very tough to smile these days. She'd experienced many losses, due to both death and other circumstances, but losing Bat for good was the bitterest pill she'd ever swallowed.

Eventually, the pair of wolves arrived at the crest of a slope, earth and wood chips creating a carpet underfoot. From here, the set itself was invisible. Wildfire exchanged a quick look with Colt, then picked her way down the small slope, careful not to twist an ankle on the roots snaking along the ground below. When the ground leveled out, the mouth of a den yawned off to their left, directly beneath the gnarled tree seated at the top of the hillock. Smaller roots dangled down across the opening, with a whole other snarl of them rising in a wave on the other side.



"I've never seen anything quite like it before," Wildfire said. "We're not too far from the river here. I'm wondering if this is the result of a past flood, like a washout." She shrugged her slim shoulders.