The Bracken Woods ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

Célnes wanted to chuckle, but coughed instead. He was never an affectionate one, and rarely liked being touch; perhaps it was a blessing from the High Elk that she had even got that close to him. It felt odd to miss this part of Cenric, but she was so thankful he was alive.

"I don't know about our parents," the wolven elk commented, "but surely our siblings, maybe cousins." She had hope they were alive, while their younger brothers and sisters were still learning, they were smart enough to be able to escape. She had fled alone, and did not see if they followed out of the fires. She only hoped, they all went in the same direction if it was true.