Blacktail Deer Plateau the ghosts were howlin' in the late afternoon

For @Malachi and any others that want to help search for Osprey following the forest fire thread. :)

The rain had come, the fire doused, and all they could account for were accounted for. As simply as it could have been put, things could have been much worse. They were bad enough by the time that sunrise had come rolling back around — the clear skies and light revealed the ugly scar that had been seared into the swath of forestry now turned to ruin. The smell of woodsmoke had yet to leave him; Mordecai could smell it everywhere, no doubt reeking of it himself. He lingered near the break of where flames had been hours before, eyes firmly set upon what still smoldered. Which wasn't much on the grand scheme of things. They could have lost the plateau entirely, but the storm had been gracious in its effort to finally wash away all traces of open flame.

The downside to that, he realized as he tested the air, was that it had taken the scents with it as well. He found little traces of Dante intermingling here and there, but whether or not his grayscaled friend had come out of it alive was questionable. The same went for Osprey as well. Mordecai turned his attention to the greenery behind him, wondering if there were any that still stirred in the great wood. Whether or not they were brave to come and take in the damage done, or simply curious enough to lay eyes on it all. He called for them, knowing full and well of whether or not they would answer him. It was a simple call, one asking for their aid to explore what had become of their home. What they would find, he couldn't have guessed. But it was better to know than not know and by all estimates, he wanted to know what lied within those charred woods.

murder by death — ash