Understanding What We've Grown To Be

Summer was pretty great so far. She'd been here and there, exploring all kinds of places across ardent and probably irritating Artemis as she gallivanted about and forgot to look back or visit her large blue sibling. Eh, if Art wanted to find her all that badly she'd probably hunt Iskra down whether she wanted to be found or not. When Art was really determined there was no stopping her from doing what she set out to do. Until she was tracked down though, nothing could keep Iskra from getting into any and every kind of trouble imaginable.

Today she'd really been up to no good. In a moment of laziness fueled by that dangerous reckless streak Iskra had decided to steal her lunch rather than catch it herself. When she discovered a coyote munching on a juicy looking hare, she did what any smart loner might do and charged in there like a madwoman, hair on end, snarling and scaring the other predator away with her display. It was only once she'd grabbed the spoils of this anti-climactic battle that the irritated hunter she'd frightened away returned - with company. Well, that set off a series of events that Iskra was slightly less proud of. First she did the only thing she could think to do with a mouth full of stolen meat; run. She high tailed it out of there like her rear end was on fire, her newly made enemies in hot pursuit. River coming into view up ahead and a peeved pack of 'yotes comin' in hot behind, all she could do was leap up into the nearest tree(thank goodness there were plenty of low-growing branches) and climb her way up far enough to be temporarily safe. Her newfound company couldn't seem to scale the bark as she had, so there she was. Eating lunch in a tree, occasionally sticking her tongue out at the irritable canines down below.

Eventually after satisfying her hunger she'd lift her head to see an ashen colored wolf in the distance. Would the stranger come this way? Iskra couldn't help but wonder if the beef her new friends had with her would apply to anyone else to entered the scene. Oh well. Now, how was she ever going to get back down?

"SPEAK"