The Heartwood decorate this silence

@Cyclone

Dash picked his way through the once-proud forest, feeling an uncharacteristic sorrow for the twisted, burnt remains. The carbonized scent of char coated his senses, but despite being virtually nose-blind he continued forward. He had always had more curiousity than sense, according to his father at least. Dash swept his gaze across the burnt forest floor, wondering idly when the fire had occurred. There was little evidence of new growth, nothing to give any indication of how many springs had passed since the apparent conflagration.