The Bracken Woods ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

Cenric was not looking like himself. His usual well-kept pelt was now bedraggled and singed by the fire that tore through his home. He was lucky to make it out alive. Everything and everyone had been burnt to a crisp.

Almost, he corrected himself. Almost everyone.

He refused to believe everything he knew was gone.

With his tracking skills and a bit of luck, he caught wind of one of his siblings. He followed the trail to where she now lie.

Célnes, he called. There was a bit more edge to his voice than usual. Cenric couldn’t mistake his littermate for anyone else. She too was injured by the flames. They could tend to their wounds later. There were more pressing matters to worry about.

He trotted to his sister’s side and leaned down so he could make eye contact. Who is with you?