King Elk Forest tiny cities

There was nothing here. As Sansa descended from the hilly outskirts of the hinterlands, she was both shocked and disappointed to find nothing but barrenness. She'd never seen a place so forsaken-looking. She was hungry, but having just recently found her way into the arid Teekon Wilds, she wasn't starving. Yet.

The she-wolf padded her way slowly through what appeared to be the remains of a once-thriving woodland. Everything was stripped of its foilage. The leafless trees looked like skeletons with their gnarled, bony branches thrust towards the heavens. Sansa's gaze scoured the area for any sign of life but found nothing. She doubted she'd be able to find even a miniscule meal here.

The sun beat down on the wasteland and without much foiliage to serve as cover, Sansa was forced to seek shade at the base of a thick tree trunk at the riverside. She flopped onto the ground and stared absentmindedly into the water. Perhaps she'd have to take up fishing.