Further upstream, Gypsy rode on her horse, Ember. Raised up in a cabin in the woods, with no other human contact until 15, that horse was her only friend. Well, maybe not. Maybe she had a human friend once. Maybe they became more than friends. Maybe she fell in love. Maybe. It doesn't matter.
The rock avalanche had alerted Gypsy. Upon hearing the scream, her ears pricked, just like a wild animal's.
