The Heartwood Angel Russet red

Rodyn didn't know what happened here, but it had left a scar. Ash and dirt mixed in his nose, but he could smell new life, prey. Everything always came full circle, always. He was startled fron his thoughts by a wold announcing their presence albeit kindly. 

He took a moment to lift his head. Lost in the scents beneath the ash. He tilted his head and dipped his nose. A small smile graced his muzzle. Hello.