Two Rivers Isle your scraps will feed the beasts

Mella sighed and looked back to Laika. She didn't like just letting the past slip away, but the white wolf was right. There was nothing they could do to change the past, but everything yet to come was up in the air.
"I know, you're right. And there is the knowledge that given enough time things will go back to normal." She turned her attention again towards the bare trees of the forest. Everything there was gone, but the trees and bushes would eventually grow their leaves back and the dirt beneath her paws would grow grass.