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.
if you're a bird I'm a bird IP: 71.210.222.243 Posted on June 22, 2012 at 07:41:37 PM by Thrush
Thrush heard him, every word that escaped his maw. She did hear it even if it didn’t quite sink in. He said he knew she was in pain, it was in her eyes. How quaint, he didn’t jeer or belittle her yet his words still had that stranger-esque like quality to them. Distanced but not hollow, she didn’t understand. How could a stranger even begin to comprehend her pain? A stranger who didn’t even sound like her. ‘Look into my eyes’ as if on queue she raised her neck to meet his gaze, she couldn’t tell whether it was because she wanted to or because of his command, though that’s probably not how he intended it. Her dark optics leveling with his and then falling back down to his chest. Inquisitiveness began to build up and after several moments of silence her eyes flickered - if only momentarily back up to his. “And what transpired to yield you?” It was a question that came out quietly, not really requiring an answer. Her voice had an edge something in-between true interested and required dialogue.
Perhaps if things carried on in the tolerable way it was now they would share the things they had restricted others to be aware of and part company - no harm done. Maybe that would satisfy him and she could crawl into a hole somewhere and be alone once more. Her ear twitched at the thought and she sifted her weight again lingering in the flower filled meadow for a reply. How cold she probably seemed to him but that was no matter, if she was a ordinary adolescent she would be doing a number of other normal things right now - not just staring into space. She would probably be with other paired wolves, splashing in the water, watching the stars, and other typical things; or perhaps she would join the wolves who traveled around doing all matters of immoral things, perhaps she would even be enjoying those depraved florae that she had heard of before - what was it? The ones that induced hallucinations and other things wolves her age had gossiped about behind their parents backs. Wolves here didn’t do things like that though, at least not that she knew of. The wolves here were happy and kind - at least from what she had observed.
