Lupa walked through the forest, picking ashes out of her bushy tail and looking for signs of life.  She felt like a living miracle, lucky to have lived through the fires in what was once her home.  She was scared, but she knew that anything that survived could most likely smell fear.  She was trying to keep her skirt from flapping up, and she kept adjusting her corset as she walked, occasionally fixing the lacing in the front.  She was freezing, and she half hoped someone would find her.  At the same time, though, she was scared of who or what might find her out in the wreckage.  She realized for the first time she wasn't supposed to be alive, as she remembered one detail of what happened in the disaster: her only companion took a falling, burning tree to save her life.  She felt like a horrible person at the remembrance and kept searching for a survivor to join.