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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fallen soldier
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Something in his heart snapped when her hollow hello reached his ears. He sat next to her at a respectful distance. He knew the hidden note in her voice, for his own voice had borne it so many times. He didn't know why, but he was drawn to this fae, drawn to the sunken, sorrowful eyes, her submissive posture, The beautiful sad tone of her voice. She was a broken wolf, Like him. He sat quietly, thinking what to say. A robotic repetitive redundancy that was an exchange of names? No, anything but that. Finally his heart spoke for him. "I know you're in pain. I may not know who hurt you, or how, But it's there...behind your eyes. And If you look into my eyes, you'll understand How I can possibly know." He gazed at her, trying to show her without speaking, that he was broken too. That he for so long had hidden away, spoken what was expected, trained to hide his shortcomings. The scar on his lower neck and shoulder was evidence of this. He waited, praying she would see, so maybe he didn't have to feel so alone.

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