Dead. Everything was dead. Eaten away by vicious flames from a fire storm about a week ago. DeadWood carefully, but quickly, padded through the unknown forest she had mistakenly bolted into. She didn't even think twice about the direction she had fled when the claps of hunter-thunder had suddenly errupted, causing her entire pack to scatter as quickly as possible. For all she knew, they could be dead aswell, just like the forest she treaded in. The grass was nothing but ashes, burnt trees layed on the ground or leaned up against the other trees that has somehow remained standing, thorn bushes had begun to replace what might have been a beautiful landscape, and large rocks that had once been covered by bushes or tall grass were now completely exposed. However, the burnt forest seemed to provide her with more cover than the healthy ones did. Her fur blended in with the black and greys of the ashes and rocks, it might have been the only thing that saved her life. 

DeadWood paused in her tracks, taking a moment to listen for anymore danger or a pack member. Her ears flicked and swivled, trying to pick up even the slightest of sounds. Her tail flicked as she just barely picked up a howl in the far distance, but it was very faint. [i]"Hmm... Its far too distant to be one of my pack members... And too far to be a member of the Eirir.."[/i] DeadWood thought to herself. She turned and faced the direction it had came from, finding herself looking towards the Uutar Mountain. [i]"Why would an Uutar be asking if anyone's alive? Surely they wouldn't care about us, they never have."[/i] DeadWood thought, puzzled. She quickly padded up to a large rock, wanting to get a better view of the mountain. She leaped up onto the stone and squinted her eyes. She growled in uncertainty, "Something's not right.." DeadWood stared at the space above the treeline. Ever so slightly she could see a light grey cloud, too light to be from a fire. [i]"What is that..?"[/i] 

DeadWood kept her gaze on the odd cloud for another moment or two and then brought her attention back to her current situation. She leaped down from the rock she had been standing on and made her way to a particularly thick thorn bush area. She needed to have some sort of protection, and from what she had observed from past experiences, hunters hated thick bushes, especially thorn bushes. Carefully, she weaved her way through the spikey bushes, crawling, jumping, and cautiously stepping over and under their branches. Once she was safely situated in the middle of them, she gave out a few loud roar-barks warning everyone, "Hunters have attacked! Hide or take shelter!"

(((Roar-barks are a trait of Maned wolves)))