Hushed Willows double

"No," And so he is left with the mystery of who did live here before he had stumbled upon the remains. Most things still fresh enough to make him know this is not some ancient civilization buried within ruins. The wounds of the land's abandonment are still new.

Then she mentioned something that ached his memory as it stretched to recall his first few days. The mountain lake, a pack, a man, dark dark dark. She was light. A gold beacon. He focused on that for now, finding it easier to linger in the present. He could not trust his own memories to even assure him that they were thinking of the same lake.

The coast. He looked over his shoulder as if he might see it looming behind them but walls and trees hid it from view. It's angry like the earth though. A frown cut into his features as his own announcement. How would it fair? What would be left in the wake of the ocean's damnation?