Firewood

Firewood gnashed her teeth. The wolves ahead of her were covered in soot and ash, their fur turned gray. They growled back, there eyes flashing with malice and a deep, deep hate. Firewood could feel tiny bundles of fur behind her legs, peeking round to get a better view at the attackers. All around them the forest burned, aspens turned into a deeper yellow-orange and oaks reduced to brown smudges. She knew that, by the end of this, there would be nothing of the forest but a massive gash in the land.

The wolves ahead took steps further, one of them, a large yellow male spoke through gritted teeth as he approached. Firewood however, heard nothing. Blood pumped in her ears and it took her everything to keep from coughing, but if she closed her eyes for even a second, what would happen? She took a pace back and the mounds of fur followed.

Just when she spotted an opening in the licking flames to her left, she noticed the gazes of the approaching wolves falter. Their faces dropped and they spun on their heels, churning up dirt and bits of char. Firewood allowed her muscles to relax a bit. What on earth?

No sooner had the thought entered her mind did a loud creaking sound fill the air. Her ears swiveled, followed by her entire head as she looked behind her. The tree came down fast, and Firewood let out a yelp as she tried jumped away. The little bundles of fur did not follow.


- Left her pack after a devastating fire ran through her forest
- It is believed that she had another name before the one she holds now, but she is quiet if that is true
- Lost her pups in the fire, is very overprotective of her future young because of this
- Skeptical, doesn't trust easily
- Has to go to the herbalists often to get her old scars checked, supposedly due to possible nerve damage
- Doesn't get along well with others, but is very close with those she loves