Soaked, she was soaked as the dark rolling clouds above poured their loads to earth. The gale force wind was racing through the branches, and the trees were groaning from the force. Thunder could be heard drumming in the distance, loud in her frost tipped ears. Spirit didn't know why but storms had a power to change her normally flighty nature, normally if there was something as loud as thunder it would send her darting in the opposite direction; but when storms hit that change it stirred something deep inside her, this something was wild and brave. So the mostly black female continued to walk on looking for something anything to hunt. Lightening flashed once, then flashed again as she hunted through the Encora Woodland. As it flashed thrice she heard a loud crack it must have hit close, 'that must have hit close.' she mentally hummed to herself oddly calm.

After a few moments she smelled it, though the winds were blowing it causing to spread faster but the rain dampened it. No matter the smell was unmistakable, "smoke?" she said to herself. She began trotting towards it, but he pace began to quicken as she hear a panicked howl. Soon enough she was racing through the darkened forest and as she did so the smell of smoke became more and more smothering. 'I'm coming' the forest gradually grew less dark in the flickering light, and then she saw it an older tree caught a flame and burning brightly.

She saw a brown wolf ramming the burning tree, and realized what he was trying to do, she could see that the tree was hollow maybe if they got enough wolves the could save the woodland. As the flames continued to lick devouring the tree, anger flared within her the flames wanted to destroy her favorite place; well she wouldn't let them, releasing a howl to call more to them before rushing forth snarl on her face. Ramming the weakening tree with her shoulder painfully, then take a few steps back repeated. She may not be built for strength but she was determined.