Many wolves looking for relaxation come to Blossom Field. A gentle breeze vibrating the blossoming flowers is quite a sight to see and it is quite a favourite for wolves to come with their mates.

A recent fire has ruined the scenery, half the field covered with soot and marked with scars of the flames. The other half is untouched, however.

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"Listen, you can't be certain you will find a purpose. I can't tell you that you absolutely will discover one. I'm just saying there is a chance. And you'll miss that chance if you don't take action," Slash told the female after she stopped. "You have no chance if you don't even try. If you quit, the game's over. But if you try, there's still a chance."

Slash scratched the ground with her claws absentmindedly and rubbed at her scar. It had grown to be a habit of hers to do so, not one that she liked. The scab rubbed off slightly, and blood dripped from the opened scar. It dripped into her eye and she growled softly.

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