FAJRA FOREST

Like blood spill down from the sky above, trees are struck with crimson glow. The leaves of these red trees are dark and merciful in colorations. Ground is soft in areas, almost like a swap or watered down soil; mud. In other sections the land is firm and abrasive to the strike of a paw. Over time the trees have harnessed and embraced the red and let the hue run into its developing pigments. The pain of those slaughtered by the hands of this pack seem to cry out at certain times during the night. The red painted forest welcomes the pack on her ground. Providing a canopy over head from lingering sky.