Kintla Flatlands my travel

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The flatlands, while flat, were not devoid of some forestry. Mordecai had seen them from higher viewpoints (namely Silvertip) time and time again, noting the way they had jut from the earth like tiny blips on a radar. But up close and personal, those little patches of forestry were much larger than he realized. Like natural windbreaks on a barren plain, he found that they were numerous, and unevenly scattered. Perhaps decades after his lifetime would cease to exist, the flatlands would be less plain and more forestry than anything. And perhaps, they wouldn't be either of those things.

But the tawny Ostrega did not linger in thoughts like that, let alone have them very often. His mind wandered, but rather sprawling out across the present moment. Another day had brought him a few steps further away from the Spine, but it was nothing that he couldn't have pushed himself to get back to before darkness set in. As he wove his way through yet another interesting copse of trees, there was a flash of white midst the autumnal carpet. The forest obscured what it belonged to, but the association was determined swiftly as he nosily rounded past a few more of the thin trunks. Chuffing to her lowly, Mordecai lingered just beyond where she lied, curious as to what she was looking after.

“See something interesting out there?”