Fire...what else is there?

Over the slant of grade and through a thick patch of ferns, the Spine pulled back the veil it seized close at heart. The wreckage was more than evident, as the tall standing spires of forestry lay in ruin as far as the eye could see. While some trees seemed standing and unscathed, the majority were askew and torn. Splintered. She fell behind to allow Iqniq to take the lead, slipping smoothly beneath the thick and ancient trunk in his wake.

With a nod, she proceeded forward. She was ready, she was always ready. Or at least that was the way that she carried herself. What was done was done and no thought or willpower would reverse what had become of their basin-bowl of a home. The earth was ravaged here, the scents wild and scattered. It did not smell familiar to her now, nor did it appear that way.

Echelon scoffed as she kicked loam out of the way, choosing to scale a fallen log with grace that was soon lost once she was standing atop the weary wood. She teetered and tottered, balancing foolishly at she moved along it. The view up there wasn't much better either, nothing but pure wreckage every way she could cast her cool gaze.

"We were wise to leave," she murmured, wondering if Tonravik had more than just a feeling of what would come. "Was everyone accounted for?" This time, her voice was louder and wondering. Their numbers were robust, but she did not know all that resided beneath them. They were fledgling initiates, apart of the pack only in name but far from the breadth of Tartok. Bodies for the cause.