The Bracken Woods ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

The fire, fresh in her mind, and haunted her as a plague for the past few days. Sleep wasn't an option, all she can hear were the screams and pleas of her family, falling to the flames. The forest ablazed, and the sky falling with ashes, she could only flee. Everything was left behind, her home, her family, her friends. 

For days, did she only walk, there was no stopping for the elk. Her sides, burnt lightly that with the touch of the wind she winced. Paws, burning from the embers Célnes had to step on to escape. She was injured, but alive, unlike bretheren that was buried under the fallen, flaming debris. 

Only after days of walking, did she finally collapse on the cold ground of the north. A fleeting feeling of gentleness for her burning body, only for to curl as her body aches. She was tired.. However, she needed to continue. There was still hope, that maybe, they were out there.