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 07:42:21 PM by RustyEyron
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^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ The brute listened to her words calmly, his body still; poised. It seemed as though she had accepted his poor excuse for an apology, if the fact that she sat back down was anything to go by. He observed the determined expression on her face, slightly curious as to what she could be thinking. She chuckled after he finished speaking, his words clipping at the end as he thought not of finishing the sentence but of what she could find amusing. It’s not that you upset me, well, he thought, she certainly hadn’t given that impression, it’s your choice of words that upset me. Ah, that made much more sense to the male than the simple fact that he hadn’t upset her. His brow furrowed slightly as he noticed a somewhat hopeful look in her eyes. He had no idea what could have given her that, so chose to ignore it for the time being. Chances were it belonged linked to some private thought that he had no right to intrude on. Now that she had calmed down and he could take the time, he thought about this new acquaintance. Though a long way from being akin to friends, he could tell they were somewhat alike in how they thought. She seemed strong willed, temperamental yes, but with the strength to back that up. Perhaps she was growing on him, like a plant wrapping its way around him unnoticed until it was too late. Bjomolf thought that they could get on well, if both allowed it, and possibly become good friends. For now, though, he had to deal with restarting their meeting and not having it explode again. Why are you here? Now, that was certainly a question that made him stop to think. A normal question, one any wolf would ask another, and yet it had him stumped. He was simply wandering, a nomad looking for a place to belong, or at least something to stop the boredom that gnawed at his brain with more strength as each day passed. "I came across the forest," was the answer he settled on, "It seems more peaceful than forests of my homelands. Fighting, for the most part, is something I wish to put behind me." A strong wind swept through the clearing then, undeterred by any trees and blowing up a strong swirl of ashes that swept around the pair and down along the valley to torment whoever else was in its path. The brute coughed, ducking his head so that none of the ash caught his eyes, then looked back to the femme. His pelt was thick enough that the cold rarely reached his skin, but he felt the wind enough to know what it meant. "Winter must be on its way," he commented, looking up to the skies. For now they were still, the occasional cloud dotting the otherwise clear hue. In a matter of days he was sure the first snow would fall, shortly after bringing the first winter storm with it. ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ |
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