Emberwood Bite It

There were too many trees here. It was an aversion many of the Medeiros siblings would share throughout their lives; the open sky had been a way of life back in The Gilded Sea, so constant that Reverie had taken it for granted. Now she wished she hadn't. Everywhere she went, wolves congregated under the trees. Even those she had grown so dearly fond of, like Bjarna and Lestan, disturbed her a little with how perfectly content they were to live caged-in and cut off from the sky.
And she had seen how trees burned, the scant few that existed in The Gilded Sea. They were hunched and sparse, but made of wood like any tree. The thought of a fire among all these trees made her nauseous. She decided not to think about it.
Which was easy enough when she caught sight of the woman. A woman who had been hurt, and badly, and recently. She appeared to be healing, but even so, a wolf in any stage of injury was at a great disadvantage. Concern was foremost among Reverie's initial reaction, but fear was there too, even as she called out, Hey, are - are you okay? She noted belatedly the scent of others mingled with the stranger. She was probably being cared for, but Reverie felt she had to make sure.