Rising Embers Pack

A young wolf running away from a life no longer possible. The ash on her fur blending with her markings to make a dull, flat grey. She runs without pause, and when she can't run she staggers ever further. She doesn't notice when the trees turn to pines and then shrubs. When the soft grass torn up between her claws gives way to rocks. When the ground falls away before her in a cliff and she slips. It would very likely have been her death if not for the other wolf.

A dark wolf living in his lonely mountains, scaring away others with his growls or his jokes. Then a blur past him, the sound of thudding paws and clicking claws on stone. A grey wolf rushing past and straight over a cliff, skidding claws losing purchase on the slick stones. A newcomer then. He leaps down, carefully pushing his way down after her, choosing his path with the speed coming from experience. Shoving into the stranger's side, he stops her fall by throwing them both into a mountain lake, two loud splashes resounding among the peaks.

Ashen rises from the chilling water, the clarity muddled by ash and dust streaming into it from her fur. Fireline comes up a moment later, ready with several different clever lines. However, Ashen moves off without letting him get them out, making him snort with anger and irritation. But she is too enraptured by the view. A stream rushing down into a waterfall, falling down hundreds of feet into the valley down below. She huffs in amazement at the view, closing her eyes as a breeze buffets her face. Fireline raises an eyebrow as he steps up to join her. "You doing ok there?"

"Yeah, I just think I might be."