Broken Antler Fen red dust

The skies shook with the weight of the disaster that swept through the wilds. Though it had been several long months since the limber beast had touched foot in the unfamiliar terrain, he had not recalled it being quite so violent – so vicious. The chilling touch of the wind against his thin frame was enough to send a series of goosebumps along his flesh. The Prince had never endured something quite so terrible before. He wondered what had become of the beasts who dwelled in the wilds; how many of them had lost their lives to the natural disasters that had taken hold.
 
Passing beneath the wooded terrain, Cavendish kept his head low and his figure moving as swiftly as he could manage. The trees howled with each passing touch of the wind. The world seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the end of the frightening turmoil. The royal knew very little of what to expect from the rest of the world there. There was no telling when the lands would cease their upheaval. More than this, there was no telling just how long he might survive in the Teekon Wilds.

She roved the territory, easily seeking for anything that might be out of place or cause danger. Of course, the tremours had been concerning, but nothing much seemed to happen here. At least of what she knew of. 

Her emerald eyes caught a shadow passing through. Her ears pressed forward and trotted towards where she'd seen the form, chuffing softly to see if she got a response. Perhaps she could get whoever was here to join Roangeda and help boost their presence here.