Once up out of the valley floor Slone saw Wildfire far ahead, high on the slope.

He did not appear to be limping, but he was not going fast.
Slone watched as he climbed.

What and where would be the end of this chase?
Sometimes Wildfire was plain in his sight for a moment, but usually he was hidden by rocks.

The slope was one great talus, a jumble of weathered rock, fallen from what appeared a mountain of red and yellow wall.

Here the heat of the sun fell upon him like fire.