Noble had been here for much too long. The days had stretched into weeks and then into months as the girl wandered amongst the dark pines. She had an abysmal sense of direction and could easily spent an entire week weaving a large figure-eight across the landscape, completely oblivious to the fact. She simply didn't know which direction to go; every way looked the same to her. The hills rose and fell into one another at random. There was no pattern to this place and Noble was as helplessly lost as she'd been back in December. Worse yet, the great pine trees had a nasty habit of hiding her northern star.
The night of the storm found her spying through the boughs, trying to catch sight of the star. It was there. She could see it's glimmer and she called out softly to it. A forlorn little howl in a god-forsaken place, the sound nearly lost in the distant boom of lightning bolts. The storm meant nothing to her. It would come and go, Noble planned to sleep right through it. She fell asleep under the star's weak glow, unaware of what the lightning was igniting miles away.
It was not the dampness of rain or the frenetic cry of birds that woke her. It was the thick, curling smoke that finally choked her into alertness. She sprang awoke to a morning cloudy with the strangest fog and a warmth that didn't come from above. Something was different. Her dark nose twitched to investigate, then sneezed violently. Something was wrong.
Something dangerous.
Half running away and half running towards, she made it to the top of the nearest hill and squinted in the distance. Between dark pines and around curving hills was a steady glow. It was climbing trees and slinking along branches, methodically inching closer. Noble felt her hackles rise watching it and she inched backwards.