Meadowlark Prairie Long journey home

As per request, Moonshadow will be skipped this turn

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Spruce took a step back when Ishara examined him closely. “What is she doing?” He thought to himself. 

He found it difficult to talk about his family, but this was not the time or place for feelings. “There was a great fire in my territory. I believe that I am the only survivor in my family’s pack.” He said. 

Thinking about that day now, he remembered the pain as embers burned at his fur. He remembered his Ma yelling out to him to leave the den, only for a tree to fall over and trap the entrance, forcing him to stay where he was. The distinct scent of smoke filling the den consuming him as he eventually passed out, only to awaken confused and alone. Since he was just a pup at the time, it took him several days to dig himself out.

He recounted those memories to Ishara and Moonshadow, a look of forlorn and sadness on his face as he discussed it. “I have been wandering the great wilderness ever since. I doubt if any of my pack made it out alive, but I am searching every twig in the trees and holes in the ground to make sure.” He remarked. 

Spruce stammered as he thought of the reason why Ishara was examining him. “Have you met with my pack before?”

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