Felltree Marsh painting greys

It was rare to find such tranquility amidst a place as battered as this. Even as Ynes sat, perched atop a broken stump, she wondered what the landscape might have looked like if she had been lucky enough to have seen it at its prime. The cracking of twigs not far off shooed this thought away however, and her attention was refocused on watching the brute meander through her temporary home. There was no greeting to be had, for Ynes wished to see how long it would take him to notice her presence.