It seemed many of her group felt the same about the willows now. She smelt them in the morning air- along with much ash. It fluttered down like some dark, macabre snow from the skies. It settled on her pelt. On the ground. In the water.
Luckily, not all the water was tainted. Mostly small pools, ponds and lakes that were still. The lagoon was, but it was large and by now Eve had waded into the shallows where she found a nice clear patch to drink from.
After her drink, she lifts her head to see a lone deer across the way. It drank too. It looked tired, thin and completely drained. And it was, alone. She wondered where its herd was, maybe that had gotten lost. In the doe's scent it smelt thickly of wildfire. And when it lifted its head, spotting her, it did not flee. It's eyes told her everything, and so did Eve's.