Ghost Lion Crag for the trees that we see cannot forever breathe, with the changes they will confront

The winds whisked through the dark hairs of his pelt, ruffling him considerably as he passed beneath the towering stone structures that rose up along either side of him. He had moved swiftly through the wooded terrain and had found himself nearer to the coast – though not close enough that he would suffer from the touch of the disaster that was taking place there. Cavendish knew very little about what had caused this portion of the world to enter such a state of terror, and he feared that there would never be an end to it. Still, the limber creature did not seem to be halted by the frightening movements of the earth.
 
The prince lowered his head to the earth, drinking in the scent of the unfamiliar terrain. There were hints of other beasts there, though their aroma had faded considerably. Cavendish could only make out one other who was near to him. With an increase in his steps, the royal closed a great deal of the distance between them and finally latched the warm mahogany of his gaze on a silver and grey stranger.
 
A chuff was all that sounded to announce his presence. Cavendish approached with a smooth smile and a gentle swaying of his long tail.