The Heartwood When Different, didn't seem so different.

A brief reprieve from the rain.A brief pause from the whispers as well. This place was as cursed as her home with the Ravens was blessed. Fire had blighted the land here, Dooming every living creature. Solemnly she walked among the soaked ash, loneliness driving her forward. 
The shewolf had never felt this strong an urge before, and to a point, it unsettled her. What did the spirits want? 
She sighed, muttering her prayers, dark eyes fixed on the sloppy grey ground.