Dragoncrest Cliffs everything is the big bang's fault

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In the center of the redwoods, Furi often passes the fallen redwoods. She does not know how long they’ve been on their side—not long enough to full shine of decay, but not recent enough—but she never paid them much attention. This morning, however, as she’d left Rose’s den to give her a little time to herself, she finds herself approaching them with more than simple curiosity.
 
The open roots at the base of the trunk haven’t worn away enough to create a den, like Rose’s, but she wonders vaguely if she can hurry it along. Furi steps up close and leans in, sniffing wildly at the frozen dirt still clinging on the dead tree. She flares her nostrils a few times, blowing a mix of soil and snow in all directions. After a moment of further investigation, she lifts a paw to begin digging away into the trunk.