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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Russet eyes narrowed at Trace as she shrugged, lip remaining curled. He obviously did not approve of her answer. There had been no reason for her to approach him. Yet he couldn’t help but carry on the meaningless conversation. Perhaps talking to the smaller femme would cure some of the boredom he felt for the time being. Most wolves didn’t understand how his composed appearance could match with a talent for fighting; discipline of his mind and body that originally meant to aid him had turned many others against him. Still, there could be no harm in talking for the time being. It wasn’t exactly like there was much else to do, sat in the middle of an ash covered field.

"I am not sure that I would see it that way," he responded in a gruff voice, eyes glancing momentarily to her slowly wagging tail curiously, for there was no reason for her to be happy that he could see, "Most of the wolves around here are no good for a decent conversation, let alone to become permanent acquaintances." He eyed her with an unrecognisable emotion, perhaps somewhere between wariness and curiosity. He was uncertain what sort of femme would approach a strong, solitary brute, and whether or not she’d be able to provide good conversation.

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





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