Canine & Barkwolf
I heard a new road’s being planned right through the old‑growth valley—has the wind felt different when the trees are being cut?
Yeah, the wind's like a lone howl now. Feels thinner, missing that deep growl of the old trees. Not like before. It sighs, but it's quieter.
Yeah, I feel that too. The trees weren’t just timber, they were living lungs. Maybe we should start a petition or pull the local council’s attention. It’s easier to protect a place when everyone knows its heartbeat.
I stand by the old roots. When you gather the voices, I’ll howl to let them hear. Together we keep the breath alive.
Sounds like a plan. I’ll get the list of volunteers and start drafting a letter. Let’s make the council hear that howl.