The Sentinels long ago

Maybe @Epic if he is in the area?

Having gotten over her bad mood (for the moment), Moorhen continued on her way with a much more chipper spring to her steps. There was half an otter swinging from her jaws as she picked her way through the charred remains of the redwood forest, stopping here and there to observe the sheer size of some of the tree trunks.

It was an interesting place. She'd been born here, she knew, and Moorhen sometimes fancied that she'd recognize the spot if she looked carefully enough. She wouldn't, of course, and she had no real recollection of the great trees before they'd burned, but it was still an interesting thought.

The banded woman (though the bands were smudged with pale ash, now, and looked more like a saddle because of this) slowed as she came to what seemed like an auspicious stand of ancient trunks. She wondered if this was the place, and for a moment, sat down among the ruins to contemplate the possibility.