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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The gray-streaked wolf smiled at the other's acknowledgement of his presence. Any lack of hostility was a good sign, but he'd do well to tread carefully still.

Olley decided that weather was a very good topic. It always was, especially when one didn't have a permanent home. It determined their chances. "It's nice that there's good weather. No lightning storms or strange winds have come around for a while." Since coming to Blossom Forest, he had noticed that the weather was strangely... convenient. And though he spoke of it being friendly, he had a prickly feeling in his paws that forebode that bad weather usually came after long stretches of good. As though it were boring.

Not today. Perhaps his finding this observant, quiet teen would count as unusual enough.

And he hadn't forgotten the meadow. That in itself had a story to tell.

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