It was a strange land, where Terra stood. The smell had been what had drawn her. Walking past Ichika Terra had caught the scent of fresh dirt, with a layer of filth overtop. Curious as to what could make such a strange scent Terra had followed it, finding herself facing a scarred landscape. Huge patches of ash covered sections, yet throughout it small bits of green broke through. There was a tiny tree, clumps of grass, even a couple bushes. It looked barren with the snow covering it, almost forboding.
With a leap Terra sprung over the snow, leaving her mark behind. It was an empty landscape, no other animals in sight. For the moment it was her private playing field. Happily she spun around, leaving the marks as she would. Maybe when she came back in spring the trees would be taller again. More grass would grow. Until then it was mud under her feet, the crisp white snow trying to hide the scarred land. Joyfully Terra let out a yip, letting it echo through the air.
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