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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and she cries
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he sits in his cell

Trace ran through the trees her thick brindle fur blowing behind her. Her amber eyes glowed with ambition before going hard showing nothing. She slowed her pace to a pad. Padding out of the trees onto the burnt part. In her heart she felt the same way, but on the outside she showed nothing. Starting to walk again with her head lowered slightly, her eyes rested on a male for a few moments before she watched the soot swirl. She let a smirk slip onto her façade. She stopped in her tracks watching.

and he lays on his bed

She finally built the courage up to go over to the male. Her brindle colored paws leading her. "Why, hello. Im Trace. You are?" she let her lyrics come from her maw, her eyes having no emotions and her body language the same as well as her face.

covers his head and closes his eyes


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