The Sentinels Shake it out and light a cigarette

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These trees had always freaked her out a bit.  Not that there was anything particularly wrong with this place; but Roz tended to believe a bit in ghosts, and if any place had them, it was here.

She stalked among the ruined forest and gazed at the trees with wariness, though it wasn't enough to stop her from coming here.  Her roaming lands were small enough as it was.  She spared a thought to wonder when and if this place might return; she didn't recall having come here before whatever fire this was struck, but she might have.

Wait... hold on.  Her periphery on her good eye caught a wolf, and she recognized him.  Shit, so he had managed to evade the damn bear!  Her marred features broke into a wide grin, and she called out - Zig!  Doubtless he'd know who she was, though she'd looked a sight prettier last time they met.