|Major Waterways||Northumberland Strait|
|Size||?? sq km / ?? sq mi|
The northeastern most lands of the Cape Breton Peninsula suffered the worst damage from the fire. Years later, the mountainous ridges have kept the beach from prospering, and the land has become even more barren and foreboding. Little plant or animal life is found past the Yawrah River -- canines wishing to trek this way are well-advised to come with their own supplies.
The burned ruins of the Haunted Forest are even more forlorn and ghostly. The once magnificent forest is no more; the fire took the trees to their stumps. In addition, terrible flooding later reduced the center of the territory to a boggy lagoon. Around the acrid pit of water, little vegetation has sprouted even in the time since the fire -- with only ashes as fertilizer, there is little chance life will return to this area naturally. The earth remains bleak and gray; a low fog frequently clings to the earth, as it did before the forest was razed.
At the edge of the lagoon, swathed in mist, a copse of paper birch trees leans eerily over the water. This part of the old forest has fared well after the fire, and life seems drawn to it -- specifically, the ravens once partnered with the coyote clan. If one is ever lost in the fog, one needs only to listen to the croaking and laughing of the black birds.
What was once a resting place for peaceful souls has become a foreboding and terrible place. The air murmurs here, rife with the whispers and chatter of the angry souls whose resting place was disturbed. Few Luperci seem to tolerate the area -- those who pass through may complain of hearing screams. Some even report visual hallucinations -- a forest of fire, bones curling and blackening in the flames, and sometimes even the deaths of those who might have rested peacefully forever here. Physically, Wraith's Rest is no different from the surrounding Haunted Forest. Nevertheless, most might say it just feels different in this hollow of burned forest.
2.2 Death Mountains
The once-proud mountains were shorn bald by the fire, with entire forests falling to ruin and their debris rolling downhill. In the lowlands and valleys, a lush young forest thrives: aspen, white birch, jack pine, and lodgepole pine have all thrived in the sunlight. At higher elevations, large tracts of land are rocky and barren, with only tough shrubs clinging to the stone.
In September 2020, over the course of several days, these mountains gradually sank into the sea!