Dragoncrest Cliffs Ammolite

She frowned in sympathy over the news of Portia's collection. They had really lost so much that night, though their efforts to rebuild were going well enough. Wildfire's expression grew pensive, then a little sour, when the Skayona mentioned it might have been the growing pups' time to leave. Freyja was supposed to be their godmother, she thought, swallowing around the sharp lump it put in her throat. Wildfire didn't need to think about all of that—all of her hopes, dreams and plans crashing and burning right along with their former home—right now.

Drawing in a deep breath and holding it in her chest, Wildfire nodded at Portia's mention of the trees. After exhaling, she agreed, "They are. There's actually a fallen one west of here that I like to visit. It's sort of like a cave, only somehow more open and airy. I could show you sometime," she offered with a good-natured shrug.