Felltree Marsh and it drifts over

His brows furrowed together slightly at her explanation. Locusts. So, they were to blame for all this destruction? They had caused the famine, too, no doubt. The herds relied on the greenery that Raas' light fed, which in turn fed their prey. Without it, they moved elsewhere. The wolves were not so lucky, having packs and pups meant travelling with them would prove too risky. Phares hoped the misery that had befallen these lands didn't last long.

With that thought, he turned to Nova again, leaping from the uprooted tree and landing lightly upon the ground. He padded towards her with a curious tilt of his head. "What do you know of these lands?" he asked, gesturing with a sweep of his muzzle across this area and beyond, wondering how much she knew of the Wilds.