Thunder and Obsidian

She spent the afternoon enjoying a short hunt and meal, then wandered back here to the black mountain. She had stumbled over a woman here once and traveled with her for a time. She had made a black stone boline knife to cut herbs. There were no herbs to cut here though, but there were fascinating shiny sharp stones.

Picking her way carefully this time over the terrain, avoiding slicing her paw, as she did last time, she searched through the rocks and debris for the shiny black stones, obsidian. Stones she could carve or make into small glittering pendants for her craft.

She looked up as the light shifted above her, a dark cloud was coming over the land, and a distant thunder rumbled through the air. The clouds were still far away and the sun was beginning to set. The sky became a brilliant firey sunset, setting the stones around her to glitter and reflect the light. Her attention was pulled to the scene in rapt awe. The thunder rippled through her core as the storm grew closer.