Traydon River

This river is famously known for its fish!

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The young german shepherd trotted through the lands, she had met a nice brute at Wolf Mountain which put her in a somewhat good mood.. for now. Prone to mood swings, Briar was rarely in one mood for long. A black spiked collar was fastened around her neck, she was called emo by some but she knew that she wasn't. Sometimes. But there was sides of her even she couldn't figure out, and so she didn't expect others to either. Her brown nose looked up to the sky, the early morning colors of pink and light blue and gold. A bird sang in the distance and Bri smiled. She ran towards the bird as it kept it's tune up, and finally spotted it. "Ah.. Mockingbird." she murmmered. The song had registered with her at once.

Spinning around, the pup realized she was not alone here. Her head tilted as she spotted the sable-colored wolf-dog (so it seemed) wearing and scarf. With her two favorite colors! At first Briar was unsure if she should approach or not, she wasn't really one for straightforward communication, but something about this pup intrigued her... Maybe she wasn't even sure why, or how, but who was she to try and figure out the inner workings of her mind?

"Hello?" she said in a small voice, peeking out from behind a bush at the fae.

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