Sparks and Firelight [AW]

Lúta's journey led her into Northern Boreas. It was a beautiful night but she couldn't help but wonder why her feet had brought her here of all places. She'd grown up in a northern climate, lived most of her life in a place such as this but still she could not tell if what she was feeling was nostalgia or something else. She worked her way up the peaks, seeking to get a bird's eye view of the surrounding terrain. The climb was good for her mind, drawing her focus from straying thoughts to the task at hand. When she arrived at the top she saw two peculiar wolves. A glowing youth with a coat that seemed to swirl with several colors and one who appeared like a stretched out fox. "Oh sorry, I wasn't expecting to find anyone. I hope I'm not disturbing you.