The Heartwood Such Destruction, So Little Time

Dangoth had seen the ashen land from afar the night before. He had resolved to explore it once he had rested, just in case. A hollowed space under a fallen branch was a fit enough spot for him, in the safety of the forest he remained until midday. When he yawned and stretched the stiffness from his limbs the sun was nearly overhead.

The sight was fascinating to him, it appeared that nothing lived, but that had to be a clear misconception, right? The scent of others was heady in the air. When he met a clearly defined line he halted and lifted his nose to the air in a call. He would seek permission, to fulfill his curiosity.