Dragoncrest Cliffs more scar tissue than muscle memory

She didn't say much after returning from the monolithic forest, though she couldn't stop thinking about the tree. Wildfire couldn't stop thinking about their lost home and the still missing faces, either. She knew she must push all these things from her mind, as she couldn't afford to dwell. It was winter and they were homeless. Everything from their dens to their stockpiles were gone.

As if on cue, the misplaced Bandrona's stomach rumbled. Gnawing at her lower lip, she milled over to join Thuringwethil on the lake shore. She meant to say, We should hunt. What came out instead was, "I found this giant fallen tree further down the coast. It was in a forest. Maybe it would make a suitable territory." Wildfire paused, ears flicking in response to the pounding surf in the backdrop. "Unless," she continued slowly, chestnut eyes fixed on the commander's eyes as if reading something there, "we intend to stay here..."