Nova Peak i have had horrible nightmares ever since

She feels a deep, mothering pity for the yearling as he throws the contents of his stomach out over the charred ground. That is when she notices his scars, ravaged by the same kind of disaster that overtook this land. Slowly, ever so gently, she nudges him back towards the lushous green of the undamaged trees. "Come now, it is doing you no good just staring. Let us be off." 

The she-wolf continued to push him, images of fire swirling in her skull. The one time she had seen the red flower was when a No-Fur had thought it funny to set a feral cat aflame. The poor creature had screeched and writhed until it's own fire burned out.