The Heartwood the wolf and the lion

The dazed expression that settled on his features led October to believe that perhaps he’d taken her words to heart. Delighted that her myth had had such an effect, she grinned. When he questioned whether fire was capable of ravaging even as mighty a forest as the one they stood within, her features softened and she gave a solemn dip of her muzzle. “Yes,” she replied, her pumpkin gaze flickering from his to rove the charred terrain.
 
“Long ago, my parents lived in a valley that was ravaged so badly by fire and flaming rock that everyone had to flee. Many weren’t able to escape. My mother told me that a mountain exploded, and that’s how it started.” October paused for a beat to glance down at the remains of whichever unfortunate creature shared the same unfortunate fate as those her mother had known. “I’ve never seen fire, but this forest looks a lot like what my mother said her old home looked like when she left. This is the first time I’ve seen what it’s capable of.” Her eyes studied the sooty woodland as she wondered whether or not life would ever return to normal there.