The Sentinels Dragonsreach

Big trees.

He'd never seen such big trees before. They were charred and splintered and yet he was awed by their size. For the moment he forgot all his worries and just took it in. The flame-furred wolf gaped as he trotted through the forest, hopping over broken, charred branches and logs. 

He wondered how long it had been since these trees were alive and standing, and how deadly the fire had been that took these behemoths down. It must have been an apocalyptic event. He could still breathe in the soot and ash, but the salt and wet also dug deep into the wood.

The broken forest echoed with a large crack! Ganondorf looked around, and seeing nothing near him, he walked cautiously towards the sound, eventually seeing the wolf responsible. 

You responsible for all of this, big guy? He called to the massive man, grinning, though he was truly apprehensive.