"are you okay".
He moved closer to her, to see that she had on her face, a gaze longing for the scene before her. He could also see how sorrowful she feels with the thoughts of leaving such a scene to forever not return to it again.
"this is for the best. Ensuring the safety of our pack comes first".
Her words were not enough to hide from Orun, how hesitant and reluctant she felt.
The view before her is not exactly a beautiful one, nor is it pleasing to the eyes, to have one want to continue staring at it for a long while.
It still carries with it, the aftermath of what can only be described as disasters coming together to imprint their legacy on it.
The once dense trees that toiled the land was no more, and only the remnants of burnt trees could be seen, with craters on certain areas of the ground.
The toxicity of mana that lingered after the battle, gave the worn out land a dark ominous view, with the black poisonous gas roaming around the air above it.