She remembered smoke and ash. Suffocating heat, a sky painted orange and gray. An alluring wall of flame, inviting her closer, pulling her towards it.
She couldn’t breathe.
The little dark wolf scrambled to her feet, gasping and shaking. Ears pinned and teeth bared, she whirled around—but the sky was clear, save for a few innocent white clouds. A faint sliver of the moon still stood out against the deep blues and purples of the early dawn. Around her, the dead, dry grass of autumn poked through a fresh scattering of snow. Her breaths slowed; the air in her lungs was icy and crisp, but clean.
Tentatively, Corvi took a few steps. She swore she could still smell fire—but there was no evidence she could see that fire had burned across this landscape at any point in the recent past. She’d awoken in the midst of an open field, bordered by mixed pine and birch. The pale branches stretched out stark and pale against the dark green firs. They clustered around water glittering in the river to her right; its center had not yet frozen over, though she could hear ice cracking on its margins. Was she home? It reminded her of home, but it didn’t smell like it. Bjarni, Alyona, Kazimir—she couldn’t smell any of them.
Corvi resisted the urge to howl, fought back the sudden panic that gripped her. She dug her toes into the snow, teeth gritted. She bowed her head. She’d lost enough already.
She’d lost enough.
Forcing herself to take several shaky breaths, she looked up. To what she had deduced was north, a tall boulder overlooked the river, one face carved smooth by the action of the water. Corvi set off towards it. From there, she could get a better look at this strange land she had found herself in. She would not let herself think of what came after. One thing at a time.
She couldn’t breathe.
The little dark wolf scrambled to her feet, gasping and shaking. Ears pinned and teeth bared, she whirled around—but the sky was clear, save for a few innocent white clouds. A faint sliver of the moon still stood out against the deep blues and purples of the early dawn. Around her, the dead, dry grass of autumn poked through a fresh scattering of snow. Her breaths slowed; the air in her lungs was icy and crisp, but clean.
Tentatively, Corvi took a few steps. She swore she could still smell fire—but there was no evidence she could see that fire had burned across this landscape at any point in the recent past. She’d awoken in the midst of an open field, bordered by mixed pine and birch. The pale branches stretched out stark and pale against the dark green firs. They clustered around water glittering in the river to her right; its center had not yet frozen over, though she could hear ice cracking on its margins. Was she home? It reminded her of home, but it didn’t smell like it. Bjarni, Alyona, Kazimir—she couldn’t smell any of them.
Corvi resisted the urge to howl, fought back the sudden panic that gripped her. She dug her toes into the snow, teeth gritted. She bowed her head. She’d lost enough already.
She’d lost enough.
Forcing herself to take several shaky breaths, she looked up. To what she had deduced was north, a tall boulder overlooked the river, one face carved smooth by the action of the water. Corvi set off towards it. From there, she could get a better look at this strange land she had found herself in. She would not let herself think of what came after. One thing at a time.
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