Chan stood by the waters edge, face hardened with solemnity and muscles tensed for action. Dawn had come and gone but the sky remained dark. Sunlight only made it to the earth in a thin gold haze, smothered by the smoke of distant fires. Was this the answer to his questions? Where did this ominous ash come from?
The urge to scale the mountainside and find Nash was strong, but the threat was not immediate and he was not a wolf that panicked. Instead, he moved away from the waterfall and slunk toward the wood. He would follow where the wind was coming from, and try to get more information before acting, or at least get a feel for just how far the actual conflagration was.