Magic in the night

If the girl had thought almost drowning was bad, it was nothing on the pain that lanced up her limb as the ledge crumbled and her right back paw hit the lava. She couldn't even scream as the scent of cooking flesh overpowered the sulfur scent. Her guide moved her to smoother, cooler ground, but Whisper was only a tiny wolf, and the burn stretched from her toes to almost more than halfway up her leg (she was still a baby and would only grow to be 15" at her tallest). The room looked white through the pain, she shook and vomited all over the smooth cool stone, and still her guide didn't say a word. She wanted to live up to her family name, wanted to show that despite how tiny she was she could be just as brave and strong as anyone else... She tried to push the pain down, stumbling to her paws. She wasn't going to back down, even though all she wanted to do was pass out. She could push through it, right? She just had to find a way across.

Maybe if she ran really fast on 3 legs, she'd have enough momentum to jump across the gap. A girl could only try, right?

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