The Sentinels moving in reverse with no way out

Hope you don't mind me! Indie's fascinated by the ruins of the forest so I couldn't pass it up

Indie was a vociferous soul; a paradox cloaked in black silk. She had an affinity for contention and contest, the odd and the ornate. It was what drew her to the siren ladies of the coast, drove her to the ocean to cultivate her [now strong] sea legs, 

It was also was drew her back to the ever-smoldering remains of that forest, the one that once stood proud high upon the cliffs [Indie had never seem the coppice in its prime, but she was certain of its previous grandeur]. The memory of her visits to the boneyard to the never truly left Indie... though the stories and legends of their sea god did captivate her endlessly, she always found herself going back to thoughts of fire.  Flames, infernos... they took everything and left nothing, without asking for permission or offering an apology. It was the way she wished to live, free and footloose. Fire enticed her, energized her, seasoned her mind with a certain zest for life; whereas water was calmer, centered, balanced. 

Indie much preferred the former. 

On one of her many excursions from the confinement of the islands led her down the coast, past the bluffs and past the river, across the fecund shores where the pinnipeds multiplied, to the place where the earth ran hot. The vaudevillian had not visited the forest since the spring season began and she wasn't sure what to expect. Would the ground have spring back to life, or had the trees unfurled new growth -- like the rest of the landscape had? The sight of the blackened earth and the smell of aged ash told her the answer was, indeed, no. But where she didn't find fresh spring shoots, Indie found something much more satiating: a lovely stranger. 

Unlike her own ebon form, the pale women stood out from the dark uniformity. It was impossible to remaining oblivious to the melancholy arising from the shewolf, who lamented without restraint. Indie  padded loudly in her direction, purposefully shuffling her feet as to not startle her. When she was nearer, she intoned softly "Much has been lost here," stating the obvious, but hoping it resonated.