Jade Fern Grove was destroyed by global warming

yes! set it to november 20th

A rather delightful encounter she thought, as her bicolored gaze wandered toward a familar brown wolf who only barked at her from afar. The one who spoke no words and of only sounds, a pleasant encounter long ago. She gave the usual lethargic smile, perhaps a tint of mischief remembering the previous events of their meeting, and gave her own greeting back, "heeeeey.~"

"What are youuu doooing.~?" Though she knew that no reply would come back, Aerasha commented nontheless on filling the silent void with her own lazy voice. She was unaware of the pup's predictament, especially with Bearclaw Valley intertwining with Lost Creek Hollow, but she could always smell the scent of others on Nunataq. Just this time, they smelled very familiar. Upon meeting a few in the pack by the creek, she recognized the scent. It wasn't on the young on before, sooo what happened?~