Big Salmon Lake roses

Althaia too glanced to the sky, half expecting to see a flock of crows descending on them at that very moment. But the sky remained clear, and so she turned back to Sawyer. "I do hope they are alright- do you think the green will return soon?" She wondered just how many had lost their lives to the famine, how many had lost someone. How many had to resort to drastic measures, just to stay alive? For the wolves that made their homes here, the famine would be so much harder, as they watched their beautiful home idsapear, only to be replaced by death.