Hoshor Plains Memories of the land

Quiet scanned the horizon, her back to her unknown packmate as he, unbeknownst to her, sniffed through the ashes, intent on poisoning himself. She was focused on looking for more scorched earth, interested in what trail the storm took through the Wilds and what the magnitude of its path of destruction was. But at the sound of his voice once more, she turned back, barely noticing the smear of ash on his muzzle. Quiet chuffed in agreement, walking over to the mottled wolf and gesturing in the direction of Blackfeather Woods, wondering if he would allow her to escort him there.