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[lupusalpha]

They're woods.

Thick woods, and it's night but it's not dark. It's as though the moon isn't just bright, it's like a lamp, shining on everything. All the smells and sounds of the woods are thick and overwhelming, ashy and heady, but then there's the smell of fire, the painful crackle of it, but no matter where anyone looks, all that's visible is the flame and the smoke, but not what's on fire.

The screaming starts a few minutes later.

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[anatural]

[Naga growls. She doesn't understand how she fell asleep on the beach and ended up in the forest, but that confusion is second to the threat she senses all around her.

She sniffs the air, trying to pin down where the fire is so she can get away from it as quickly as possible...and to make sure Korra isn't in it.]

[lupusalpha]

[There's a howl - and then Derek is there, not quite running into her.]

How are you here? How did you get here?

[polarpal]

[Naga doesn't understand his questions; even if she did, she wouldn't know the answers. But she butts her head against his shoulder, a quick sign of affection. Her hackles remain raised. Something is still very, very wrong.]

[lupusalpha]

[She gets a hug, then, and Derek is burying his face in the fur of her shoulder. Something is wrong. He is trying to hide himself from that sound, from the terrible sound that doesn't stop, no matter what he does.]

[anatural]

[This isn't right. This isn't normal behavior for her strange friend. Naga nips gently at Derek's shoulder, trying to tug him to what she thinks might be safety.]