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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Jim stepped lightly over the ashes, he didn't like getting his paws too dirty. He left that to Hattie; she loved the action.

He trotted forward, towards the pale wolf. "Jim Moriarty; Hi, was all he said as he came up beside the pale wolf.
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Hattie buried herself deep in the flowers. She felt seen, or at least detected, despite the perfect match between her deep maroon fur and the shadow cloaked roses. The Deeper she went, more leaves covered her view and thorns ripped at her pelt, but weren't long enough to do any actual damage.

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