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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*DarkMaw walked along the expanse of what he learned was called blossom field. He looked at the scenery with a mild interest, observing the two halves of the field that reminded him of the phases of the moon in some way he could not comprehend. The wind blew in his dark red fur, giving him a nice cooling sensation that he barely noticed,. His amber eyes, which were filled with the calculating look of a warrior assessing the strengths and weaknesses of an enemy, looked from right to left in their search for what he sought.
DarkMaw's namesake, his jaws that were of a red so dark it could be mistaken for black, opened and let loose a terrible snarl that had sent many a foe into the hills in fear. There was not a single warrior wolf in this place. At least not that he could see. He let his anger show on his face in a rare show of emotion, giving him the overall appearance of a demon. There was no one he could challenge and fight. DarkMaw allowed his face to go back to it's usual look of indifference, looking serenely calm.
He sighed and continued to watch the landscape, Letting the memories take over. Memories of his days without his parents, having to scavenge what meals he could from other wolves. His first battle when he was a teen, having to kill the starving lone wolf that had tried to make a meal of him. the battles thereafter. Except for the first aforementioned memory, they all came to him and him a strong sense of nostalgia. If no wolves who wished to fight were here he would seek other wolves here and ask around about Blossom Forest. It was good to get a good informant in a new land. Besides, DarkMaw guessed he could use a bit of social interaction, provided they didn't run from him. For now, however, he continued to watch the landscape, reveling in his memories.*

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