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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Lora laid there, gazing up at the stars. Well, the stars and planets. She could already see Mars, and Not Mars. The Romans named it that, since it was red like Mars. Her paws scuffled the ground, her pads and legs becoming black. She stood, shaking off most of the ash.

Her pale eyes, robotic as her personality, gazed around. Her ears were perked. She could hear many of the wolves in the field, it was a warm, cloudless night. She was sickened by the sound of that many wolves. The fay started to walk farther away from the vivid line to the flowers, into the dark ashes.

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Edited by Anarrow


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