The Heartwood Dreamland is a free land

Yao rested his head on his paws. He wasn't drying out by much, but he felt a lot drier than before. He hoped that he wouldn't have to stay under this bush for much longer — as welcoming as he was, a stranger was a stranger. There's prey here? I can't really imagine much wanted to live here, rain or not, he snorted. The skeletal nature of the woods was slightly unnerving, at least to him. Was the fire long ago?