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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Posted on December 9, 2012 at 12:13:46 PM by RustyEyron
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^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ Bjomolf chuckled again, stepping away from her to put a more acceptable distance between them. She had surprised him, lunging suddenly, but he didn’t feel it had been necessary to attack back. She looked more feisty than aggressive in his eyes. He noticed her tail, slightly lower than his own, but poised in a way that seemed to show she only just accepted his dominance. "I see no need for threats," he spoke calmly, watching her carefully. She was certainly much more interested than any he’d met before, even though she’d just acted like she was going to attack. "Perhaps we should start this meeting again. It seems I have upset you." He watched with calculating eyes as he wondered how she’d take his words. Though he could fight, he was tired at the present moment and had no desire to expel any energy. ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ |
OOC: sorry for short post, my muse died half way through :P
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