Emberwood maiyuktuk

Andr returned to the Emberbood on a nearly healed paw. The injury itself had closed and the scab had fallen off, but the feeling of it was still beneath what Andr had hoped for. Hunting on a ground he was somewhat familiar with made him more comfortable. His injury would be less of a hindrance here he thought. And most of the game was small and nonthreatening.

Last he had visited the tree had been engulfed in the colors of flame. Now their branches were barren and snow coated the ground. Less scenic but the snow was a blank canvas painted on with various footprint markings. He slowly trailed the path of a rabbit, hoping to find its burrow.