The Heartwood here does the sun set.

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A few days had sat as the incident occured, an attack by a beast onto the innocent wolf. She recieved no help despite the pleas and cries, and at the time could not run. Finally did her paws run away from the terror, but high above the skies did she manage to flee. Her body stayed to the ground, unable to follow. Falling, she was rotten, inside and out. There was none except flesh and bones, maggots ate her alive as the wolf Soleil, was almost indistinguishable.

However there she was.

Her body mangled.

Half devoured.

And dead.

Goodbye.