The Heartwood re-restart

Once a bright and vibrant deciduous forest, The Heartwood is now a wasteland of ash and cinders. Proud trees were consumed in a blaze that claimed the entire forest and what life flourished here has moved on to greener pastures. The fire scorched deep into the earth, ensuring that regrowth will take a great many years.

Cyclone spent the next couple of days getting as far away from her former pack as she possibly could. She stopped a few times to eat, to rest, to take a dump, but that was about it. Her legs kept moving, and she kept wandering further and further away. The general direction was back toward the creek where Addison was likely being a stuck-up bitch, but Cyclone made sure to stop well before she got anywhere near there.

Eventually, she came to a rather depressing looking place, but it did look as though it might have been (and would someday be) something quite nice. Tiny saplings were scattered everywhere, but beyond that, it was relatively barren. This definitely would not do, but she stopped here for now, deciding to see what (if anything) lay in store for her here.