Firefly had made her way farther South than she had ever travelled before. Always the russet huntress would stop at Heartleaf Creek, look to the sky, see the moon ascending and turn to make her way back to her own territory. Tonight was different. As the yearling looked up to the sky she caught sight of a bright light shooting across it and inspired by the way the light swiftly travelled across the ebony sky, Fly decided that tonight would be the night she pushed her boundaries just a little bit farther. Instead of stopping at the creek, she crossed it and found herself in a part of the forest that was very different from what she was used to. Here, the trees were nothing but stumps and it was clear that a fire had ravaged this part of the forest, leaving only ashes and roots in its wake. New life had already began to assert itself in the desolate land, so Fly knew that the fire could not have been too recent. But trees took a very long time to grow and it would be many, many more winters before these trees stood tall like the ones north of the creek. Young and blinded by the excitement of a new adventure, Firefly remained unaware of how vulnerable she was at the moment. Her fiery red pelt was a stark contrast to the black and blue backdrop of the night sky. She was also unfamiliar with this territory and without the cover of trees she could easily be spotted by any one else who happened across this forest tonight. Fly had not yet been taught to be aware of her surroundings and was not often enough struck with the proper degree of fear that should accompany a young lady, small and unskilled in fighting as she was, wandering alone at night. "Speech" |
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