Ouroboros Spine Black as Soot, Cold as Ice

"It makes me wonder what this forest must have looked like before it was burned," She said, looking back at the copse of trees that made it's home here on the island. The Princess gazed into it's depths, wondering how big the island was, exactly. She had not been on many and could not say for sure if this was relatively large or small. But it was still a marvel to her. "Let's go and explore some more, hm?" Potema walked off into the bushes, looking around at what was left of the once proud forest that must have been here prior to the black blanket that was laid over it by the fires.

Potema wondered if the pack that once made it's home here before being pushed out lived on this island. Why not? Sure, you would get wet, but a comfy place like this could make an excellent den, protected on all sides by water. But alas, those wolves did not have the intelligence to do so, and they were ousted. Sithis' will. Potema kept walking through the island until she reached the other shore. It was not a far walk, but it was of a decent size, she thought. Potema looked back at Charon to see if he had kept up. He really should not be walking around like this with such an injury.