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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The Bear Wolf
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The large male’s tan ears swivelled as they picked up the sound of soft paws approaching. His brow buried slightly as the owner of those paws drew closer to him. They were obviously aiming to reach him, since nobody else was nearby and he wasn’t sat by any distinguishing features. So, he tilted his head slightly back and flicked his gaze to the corner of his sight, catching sight of a heavily coated but lithe female.

Her face was passive, amber eyes revealing nothing. His back straightened more and his lip instinctively twitched, though not yet curling up, showing that in confrontation he would not back down. Then the brindled femme spoke, spiking the male’s curiosity. Her voice was like music to the brute who’d had bare minimal contact with other wolves for years.

"My name is Bjomolf," he revealed to her, not sure whether she would know the true meaning of the name, "By the scent of this patch of land, not many venture here. What reason could you have for being out here and approaching me?"

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||Bjomolf|| ||No Mate|| ||No Pack||





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