Redtail Rise lines on ale

smoke fills her nose.

she's not aware of this place's past, but the charred ground and empty trees signifies something serious. her eyes lift, looking at the barren branches. the grass beneath the snow is blackened. barren. still.

she calls for @Ashlar, wondering if he can make sense of the hollow.

begins to dig, as if she can find the epicenter of this tragedy, paws sending snow flying. pacing, agitated, her ruddy pelt vivid against the dark, dead trunks and white ice.

she feels panic in this place and her body is electric.