Sleepy Fox Hollow Rockabye [m]

The tornado that passed through here was definitely the worst out of all the havoc it brought to bare. Not to say that fire was any better because it sure as shit wasn't. When the one-eyed wolf spoke of flooding, Tatsuya pursed his lips into a firm, thin line. Having weathered both elements, he can comfortably say he feared both of them. No matter how naturally (or artificially) they occurred, they were elements worthy of fear. Anyone who boasts no fear of either is lying. To drown or to burn...Neither were quick and painless.
INDENT“We resided over there,” he intoned, pointing with his muzzle. What with it being night and all, one could barely make out the outline of Ouroboros Spine. Moonglow lit some bouldered surfaces. Not enough to exhibit the Spine in all its resplendence. It's probably all black now anyway. “You can barely make it out from here, but that was our dwelling.” Wistfulness seeped into his tone. Ah, he missed that place. Its rolling hills, its stygian caves, its crisp streams. All of it. What was left now was not enough to return, sadly. No herbivores would feast upon the Spine's pasturage for some time. The fires were gone by now. No secrets lied in that place anymore, cleansed by fire.
INDENT“So your forest – it experienced flooding?” Tatsuya wondered where the water came from. Perhaps this creek? It must be fed by that spire...Worth investigating once he had the chance.