The land was cooler than it would’ve been, thanks to the rain, but it was still surprisingly warm. It almost felt like early-to-mid spring. Of course, it was hard to stay in that state of mind when ash clung to your coat and smoke roasted your throat and everything was varying shades of black. The ground even crunched uncomfortably beneath Bitterroot’s hooves. Thanks to the burned-out remains of the bushes, it was like she was picking through the land’s corpse. Bitterroot ignored the feeling and caught up with Amanita.