Panther Park Then surely I'll do the same,

Landslides and flooding—if Finley was already averse to trekking back over the mountains, she certainly wouldn’t try again now. Someday, once the mud hardened and the canyons crumbled. Far, far from today.

Ahead the duo forged; it seemed the wolf knew more about the area than Finley, and more promisingly had little hesitation divulging this information to a stranger. She kept as even a pace her weary limbs would allow, gaze shifting to and fro among the undergrowth—partly seeking shelter, but Finley’s true focus lie elsewhere.

At the mention of lone wolves rushing to established packs, the corner of Finley’s lip tugged into a small frown. The stranger had a point; this was horrid weather for recruitment, but perfect for rash decisions. Those with sense might stay away from the unstable peaks. The rest….

“You know an awful lot about the Sunspire.” Somewhere between a question and a statement; perfunctory, prodding. Progress. “Any packs caught your attention?” For better or for worse.