A blackened wood, filled with tough prey, just like the Clan that hunts it. Destroyed by a fire in the time of the great Scarstar, she replied to her Clan witha sharp hiss and her coined prase. "You can only be as tough as the land that you live on, so this will only make us stronger." Constantly beaten down upon by heat in the summer and fierce snows in the winter it is virtually impossible for any of the growth to really heal. It still gives a fair amount of prey to the Clan though.