The Heartwood With an Angel's Face

Amalia stepped into The Heartwood, where she had first met her new leader. She settled down and stared at the contrasting place. She had visited the Neverwinter Forest had seen how beautiful a forest could be all alive, she had known, though even this one had riled even her families forest they called home.

This dead thing fascinated her. She could see the former beauty if she looked hard enough, and small living plants would snake up through the dirt and ash where it could. Many would look at such a thing and feel a bit sad, but she felt resilient, alive. 

This place showed hope, showed renewal, that was something the often overly optimistic she-wolf liked. She liked happy things, good things, fun things. If something could grow in such a dead place, well it meant that things were meant to thrive, and that made her happy.