Rolling Coal

She hated coming here most of all. The last place she saw....What was his name again? Didn't matter after what he had done...What had he done again? It was all so long ago, how could she possibly remember the black wolf that made a fool of her, or why he did as he did, all she knew was bitterness and hate. All she sought was vengeance. Micha was lost.



As she thought her paw hit a crumbling rock and sent her stumbling down the mountain in a cloud of coal and soot. she fell bodily against a rock and let out a piercing yelp, one that could have easily been mistaken for that of a coyote, before the ash and stone covered her. She stood with a groan and shook the debris from her fur, looking around panicked to make sure no one had seen her.
Speech!