Trapped underneath the burning fallen trees is the same squirrel archer from Last Arrow, Last Sunset
. I named her as well: Crosstrack, archer and battle strategist.
Holding onto Crosstrack's paw is Chief Arrowind. And that groundsquirrel archer holding off the enemy's approach for as long as he can is Stonegrind.
Now we have officially established the clear and obvious fact that I need to get to work and practice sketching fire because it's pathetic.
I took another look at this a minute ago and it reminded me of the lines from one of my favorite songs "Hand of Sorrow" by Within Temptation,
"So many dreams were broken and so much was sacrificed.
Was it worth the ones we loved and had to leave behind?"