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“The fire days ago was insane! So weird to see the place all snowy again,” Gwenn exclaimed with a disbelieving chuckle. The styracosaur was trudging ahead as usual, though this early winter, she was leaving prints on a thin layer of snow rather than pushing through a knee-deep wall of it. She glanced back over her shoulder at Raze. He didn’t reply. He had been following her step, and didn’t even ask where they were going, which admittedly wasn’t unusu...

Island Kela is known as the mild island of the isles; its volcanoes are dormant and lava flows restricted to its more active neighbor island Pera. It may have been a discarded piece of glass acting as a lens, stray ashes and cinders making their way to dry foliage, or one overzealous pyromaniac, but the wildfire took everyone by surprise. The forest was just smoldering at first, thin veils of light smoke rising to the sky in one moment, but it grew hungry and destructive within minutes...

The ground had turned soft. The sludgy, cling-to-your-legs kind of soft from winter’s end, only aided by recent beaver activity, flooding previously dry lands. Rain had helped, and the sun had followed, baking the surface enough to crack open dried streambeds and forests alike. Where once the world had been frozen and brittle, now it crumbled beneath claws with satisfying give. Gwenn was already halfway buried. Dirt flew behind her in wide sprays, her thick forelimbs shovelling throu...