The map was incredibly useful. When I zoomed in, it didn't just show terrain, it marked where certain animals usually gathered. Right now, I was only about ten minutes away from the city, standing in the forest not far from where that man had been killed… where the fire had torn through everything.
I stood there with my hands buried in my uniform pockets, staring at the blackened remains of the trees.
Charred trunks rose around me like broken pillars, their bark cracked and peeling. The ground was still dark with ash, patches of it clinging to my boots as I shifted my weight. Some trees were completely hollowed out, their insides burned away, leaving thin shells that looked like they could collapse with a strong enough push.
"Damn…" I muttered.
I opened the map again and turned slightly. A little deeper into the forest, in the direction I was facing, I could see a small wolf icon inside a faint circle. That meant a pack usually roamed there.
