Hushed Willows I wake up screaming from dreaming one day I'll watch as you're leaving

He couldn't suppress his own shudder.

Endless fires? His ears piqued. I don't mean to be literal, but that sounds like hell.

His head tipped upwards as he thought of his own childhood home. Was it home anymore? Likely not. His eyes flashed quickly to the wood in which they currently sat.

It's not too different from here, actually. Forested anyway, not so much for marshes. But even the forest ended. There was enough land for us and our neighbors to avoid them but human-folk were settled not far beyond its borders. He splayed his ears briefly before snapping them back to their original position. Bringing attention to the tags binding the inner frames of his ears. They didn't always keep to themselves.