The Sentinels Ashes

Rodyn didn't normally find himself this far from his pack lands, but he had a lot on his mind as of late. So he had followed the destruction of the heartwood to see how far it went. It had changed from one scene to the next all desolate. All broken and ashy and dead. It had stirred a sadness deep in his chest for such loss.

He wasn't fully paying attention until a burst of movement caught him off guard and he bent to the waist to see what it was. He saw another wolf, unrecognizable at first chasing a fowl. So like any good hunter. He cut it off. He didn't aim to kill only cut off for the other.