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.
I've tried playin' it cool, IP: 75.118.108.125 Posted on March 19, 2012 at 02:33:46 AM by Zig
I watched the brujo with caution. My bodice was among the flowers, nearly lost beneath their welcome cover. My slim, small bodice was growing. I was now a young adult. It had been about a month since I lost my brother but everyday I felt the pain of not having him there deepen. Cody had also disappeared which broke me even more. This brute I had spotted as I attempted to loose myself in among the flowers interested me. He moved with so much caution and wariness. The burn on the left side of his face interested me just as much as his cold blue eyes. For some reason I was drawn to him, to learning about him. As he disappeared behind the burned and charred trees on the edge of the Field, I raised onto my paws. I felt a breeze on my face and was grateful that I was downwind of the mysterious boy. I padded towards him, my pawsteps muffled by the vegetation. I peek around a large tree skeleton, what once must have been a mighty oak. I nearly gasp as I see him right there. I let out a breath slowly as I realize that he's out cold. He had looked tired when he went past me but it didn't look like he was this tired. I saw the fox just before the brute growled at it. I looked at him again, this time looking into his very blue orbs. There she saw intense pain, hatred. It almost scared me away, almost. I knew that kind of look, a look with distant longing. This varg had suffered great loss just as I and my brother had. But him, he only had himself, I had Zag. I was tempted to step forward and make my presence known. Just then he sprang and caught a bird. I looked away as I heard him dig in, knowing feathers would be literally flying. Once the sounds of him eating had subsided, I chanced a look at him. He looked almost content then another bird landed nearby and he scared it off. I glanced down at the bird's carcass and wrinkled my nose. Bird carcasses had always looked somewhat grotesque to me. I happened to shift my weight and a twig snapped beneath a back paw. My breath was abruptly halted. Soon his fatigue took over and he drifted off again, allowing me to fill my lungs at a more normal capacity. He knew I was watching him, though he didn't know it was me per say. We both knew each other was close without knowing the other. I did what might have been the stupidest thing in my whole life, one that might possibly get me killed. I stepped out so I was standing in plain view a few feet away from the varg's sleeping form and just laid down. I was careful to keep silent though, lest I wake him. I laid there, my skull resting lightly on my paws, and contemplated all of the reactions I might get from the brute when he woke up, none of them good.
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