The Sentinels “hope” is the thing with feathers

Enough of the sea. Enough of its hazardous bluffs and sirensong. It was no place for him. Others have decided that their life would be best flush against the tide but Natjuk cannot see why. Was there some secret to flourishing there? Do seals visit Teekon's beaches often? He does not know and cares not to, traveling along Ravenshook Cliffs to seek asylum within -

Forest revenants fill his vision. Charred wood lined by ice and snow. Some trees have fallen and others are composed of ash. He investigates, anxiety keeping his steps light and quick. Deeper into what was once a grove of grand trees, he finds traces of life. It is dormant thanks to the snow but he finds it is something to marvel at. Choked by fire and winter's deadly chill...Truly, life is marvelous.