Cedar Sweep testing your coolness factor

The forest blanketed by dead inscects was a tiresome sight. Had they killed the earth? Tuwawi wondered as their trail of descrution hit every part of the land she traveled through. Without the greenery, no prey animals lingered and soon food had become scarce. During the desperate days, Tuwawi had eaten a few of the bugs, however this day she had managed to bag a plump marmot in Cedar Sweep. She hurried down her hunting trail, fat rodent in mouth, in the direction of the Golden Glade. She had made a makeshift den within a thicket, there, and would call it a temporary home base while she struggeled through the famine.

However, a smear of white flashed in her peripheral. A young wolf wandered through the wood. Her ears orbited forth. She could tell, at least at this distance, that he was young. Was his pack nearby? Her gaze shifted wearily, not wanting to run into some irate locals, as she moved towards him. Arturo's kindess sparked some kind of pay-it-forward mentality... well, at least for the younger generation that held a soft spot in her withered heart.