Hoshor Plains Memories of the land

Quiet had seen fires before - they often swept through the thick forests and grasslands that surrounded her birthplace and the many places she worked - but she had never seen the results. Often they moved far away from the charred zone and wouldn't return to it, well, ever. It took years for a recently burned area to be restored to its previous brilliance, long past a wolf's lifetime she heard. Never before had she seen charred skeletons of any kind. It amazed her that such an element could destroy even bone. She chuffed in response, though not in agreement. These bones could have belonged to anyone. It was too late to tell.