Dawnlark Plains Where's home?

Alya had once stood among Moonspear's highest reaches and looked down at a blackened place called the Heartwood. The trees had been burned to ash, but when she'd eventually found the time and agency to explore the area, time had already begun to heal it. The plains, though, were still barren and devastated. There was a twisted beauty in it that the Moonspear girl could appreciate. This raw, smoking wound upon the earth echoed something that had lived in her since she was a little girl, wondering if it was her fault that Dash had died.

Still, though - she did not like it. The acrid scent of smoke, the feel of soot between her toes, the pockets of heat that still broiled in places. She'd been about to turn and leave when she spotted another wolf picking its way through the ashes. "Hey, you!" she called, starting toward the other. "What's your name?"