Frostfire Ridge But she can't be convinced

both very welcome!

It was interesting that plants had grown back so thick in the minerals left behind from the last eruption. The soul would’ve otherwise been very hard had it not been for the ash that’d rained down, giving sprouts a place to root. By now, generations of trees had grown to replace the last that’d been knocked down like matchsticks, and those toppled before also help feed the ground.

The smell wasn’t pleasant, but the air was cool, and the scent wafted only when the breeze lifted. And even with that scent on the air, she caught the scent of a packmate. One who smelled of the forest, and of Augur and New Snow.

Lilia sought him out and greeted him with snuffles meant to tease the fur of his ear but also to let her gauge his well-being. They weren’t far from the pack, but far enough for him, she guessed. Still- he was safe with her. She chuffed and gestured for him to follow along with her as she continued to range.