At the densest section of the forest, there is a brief clearing where a steady flow of water streams down the slippery stone staircase. The water here is cool and refreshing. Staircase Falls has been rumoured to be the place where reality is met by magic; where peaceful spirits dwell. They are rumoured to have healing powers that are used to help the desperately hurt, though no one has experienced this, except for, perhaps, Kaive.

Refresh/Reload

The name's Sherlock
IP: 71.169.128.151

The runt stands up as he hears another wolf. His light grey eyes, seeming white gaze over at him. Sherlock could tell almost exactly what the wolf was thinking, by the way he was positioned, the way his eyes were. Sherlock shook his head, trying to clear his thought, but that never happens. The black runt asks, trying not to show how much he already knows, "Who are you? Why are you looking at me like that? I'm not in a very bad mood you know." He gazes, and smiles, not really a happy smile, but not really a smirk eather. Then his face, a face that knows way more than any pup should ever know, a face that knows more than some adults know, appeared. This face usually annoys most wolves. Then another face came out of the blue. Sherlock was board. Wolves should not be near Sherlock when he's board.

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