Blacktail Deer Plateau she is standing right in front of me.

Harlyn hadn't anticipated anyone coming to join her.  She assumed that most would want to steer clear from the wreckage, except for those who felt compelled to continue searching for their missing packmates in the ashes.  The small voice that interrupted her thoughts startled her, but not visibly.  Turning her head, she set her gaze upon a youthful face - pale-furred with two gems blinking at her upon it.

Harlyn smiled slowly in greeting before responding.  "It's a phrase in my family's tongue," she explained, "It means: This is where we begin again."  The druid turned to peer at the ravaged forest thoughtfully before continuing, "Sometimes the gods must tear down the world you know so that you can reach the path upon which you were meant to walk."