The Heartwood Take away everything I am

Setting: Mid-Afternoon, muddy flooring
Tagging: @Nyra
Notes: Mercenary trade. Mind if this was forward dated by a day? :>

The pale brute, after a few days wandering the coast, grew tired of wiping sand off his ass and decided to head back into the center of the Teekons itself — maybe then would he find water that wasn't too salty to go fishing in. Yet even though this wasn't the beachy scenery thats been plaguing him for the past few days, his surroundings were still quite unfamiliar. The tall trees that surrounded him as he walked looked charred down to the roots as if a giant forest fire had swept through long ago. Was it possibly caused by lightning storms? Well, whatever it may have been, it's flora and fauna seemed to be years beyond repair.

Large paws trudged slowly through the mud while his cranium tipped towards the sky, sniffing for any signs of future rain. It was a scent Āzon grew used to recognizing at this point and if there was rain soon to come, he'd have to head out soon.