Spectral Woods Go get your shovel and we'll dig a deep hole

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I think there's a flaw in my code

The snow could almost trick her that nothing had changed here at all. But the closer she got the less she could believe it had all been a bad dream. The damaged trees were still standing, black from the fire, and they began to multiply. She moved forward, numb all over again by the damage. Still she didn't stall her movement she kept going, knowing what she sought.

The majestic oak still stood, and by staring at it she could conjure up a more lively image. The green of the leaves, and tan-silver bark. The tall, green grass she use to be able to hide in all around. The stony outcrop that sheltered her and the other cubs where they'd first met and played. Then her own siblings in the same space, looking out at the great world. She almost wanted to run to the den, but she remained at a distance. Her head still ached, and her nose was was still stuffy. Digging would be a waste of energy and for what?  She could see from here there were no trails of wolves, perhaps a deer after the last snow. But there wasn't anything for her here. It was all dead. If any of her family was out there, she doubted they would want to visit this place any more than she had. Slowly, she walked to the base of the tree, and began to claw away at the charred trunk. Leaving a circle of sorts that someone might notice along with her scent. Looking at her handy work, then she slipped toward the stream.

Oak Tree Bend had been all about thriving, and the blackened trees put a damper on that. She couldn't image sticking around, let alone bringing it back to life like the wolves of the cove. The grass may have grown back by now, maybe there were tiny trees too, or a different plant could have taken over the barren ground. Making it even less what it was. Silver-blue eyes drifted along the red hills, different memories coming and going like the flow of the water. Raising her muzzle she sang a short, sad note then kept heading north. How had the Chinook Coulee faired?

It was disappointing to say the least to continue traveling through the lore and not find many others. She was starting to think that maybe it was time to give up and leave. Find another place that could be her home. Without her mother she had nothing left to keep her from joining a pack. Giving up the life of a loner wasn't something she struggled with. She'd lived in a pack, she knew what life could be like. It was so much better than wandering on her own.

Traveling further into the lore Oksana srill wasn't sure what she wouks find. She certainly wasn't expecting to find a burnt out area of the forest. She wondered if that had happened before she'd left the lore or after. Maybe it was why the wolves in that area had left. Which that sort of didn't make sense since they could have just gone somewhere else in the lore. She limped between the burnt trees looking at each one as she passed. The snow made it hard to tell if the forest had started to recover. She hoped it had. It was sad seeing the dark trunks stark against the white snow. She wondered if she might have known any of the wolves that had once lived there.

Oksana's ears perked at the sad note that sounded. She hadn't been expecting to find anyone but she didn't want to pass the opportunity up. The short song had been close by she was sure or it. Not wanting to miss the owner of the voice she hurried through the snow and trees until a figure came into view. "I heard you," she called out to the other wolf following a sharp bark to announce herself.

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