The Heartwood Dreamland is a free land

He wish he had an idea of how long the storm would last -- it wasn't like he was a master of the weather. He looked up slightly, and of course some of the ice cold water dripped off the charred bush and right into his eye. Mal jerked his head back wiping at his eye with his paw. His lips crinkled. It took him a moment to reply. I think it mostly just wanders through. Not as many places for it to hide, though, so easier to hunt... He shrugged. If you get lucky, you get lucky. Or so was his theory. 

Blinking a few times, at least now he was able to see again properly. Arg. Anyway, Mal also wasn't exactly the greatest source of history. Nothing really around here had changed too much, at least... A long time ago I guess -- it's been like this since I got here.