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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As The Wind Blows
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"I had just met her," He starts. "She was so kind, but I don't think she could see. The way she walked when she followed me, it was by scent, not sight." His eyes start to become a little bit wet when he speaks, and his body quakes. "I told her about my family, and how they abandon me and my sister. Then she told me about how her family died in a fire." Thorntail looked at the ground, trying his best not to burst out crying. "Then she fell out of the shade of the tree, into the rain. I had to bring her back under it. Then her mom and sister found us." Thorntail gazed up at the sky, moisturized drops fell from his eyes. "Then she died."

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