Altar of Twilight xxxi. it's just medicine

AW, ecologist #4

Though exploring the Moonspear wreckage had left her with a hollow ache in her chest, a renewed grief for what her friends had lost, the herdwatcher felt her spirits raise a measure when she continued south and came across the tiny vale nestled amongst the broken peaks. Life seemed to be returning here at least, the blackened and torn earth sprouting with new growth where the old fought for life. 

Elenwë's daughter paused at a set of tracks scattered across the dark earth, bending to sniff at the prints before straightening to examine them a little more closely. There were signs that more of the creatures, field rats if she wasn't mistaken based on the tiny pawprints she'd found, lived here too -- that the Altar would eventually regain its glory, starting with its smallest inhabitants.