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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They Call Me Problem Child (Kaytara)
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Skid sat amongst the scorch marks and burns, wishing he had been there to see it. It would have been one of those things the teen would have cared to see. In fact, he'd be the one to light the first blade of grass.

He looked over to the untouched side of the field.
"Urgh, too pretty. How could they STAND a full field of THAT!" He spoke too loud intentionally, laughing at the disgusted faces from the wolves amongst the flowers.

He heard a slight crunch of brunt grass being stepped on behind him. He turned quickly, his long, greasy-looking black fur flying about him as he turned.

"Who are you?" He snarled, trying to play tough, and succeeding.

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