Instead, a sudden tear in the seams of reality had opened right before her very eyes - and before she could even blink, the portal had swallowed her whole.
And here is where she found herself - though she had no idea where here really was. Phesque had unknowingly been transported to the northernmost reaches of the Cove, and it has taken her some days to trace the edge of the sea inland. The sea, at least, was familiar. After the shock of her abrupt arrival had worn off, she had washed herself in its soothing waves, the salt stinging in places where her coppery pelt had been dealt glancing blows by the spewing brimstone she had left behind.
Though her nerves are frayed and she is frought with concern over what she'd witnessed in Tephra, she is resilient - she had been raised among wolves, after all - and there isn't a doubt in her mind that she would, in fact, return to find her pack unscathed. As she moves off from the stretch of beach she has been following today toward a copse of trees that promise a brief respite from the summer sun, she tosses her windswept tresses aside and looks about herself, examining the landscape for any familiarity that might point her homeward again.