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.
Disappear only to Reappear IP: 71.229.253.148 Posted on February 15, 2013 at 04:06:40 PM by Zev
Zev was walking through the late morning with a smile on his face. He had not been to this part of the plain. The trees were just dotted here and there, and tiny flowers started to grow. He was aware that he was probably on the edge of Blossom Field. He had not been to Blossom Field yet. Cavern of Secrets was a joy, considering the adventure he had had with a wolf. What was her name? Sierra. The name brought a smile to his face, remembering that he had a friend. He was ready to join a pack, though he was not thinking at that moment which one he would want to join. Each were different experiences in themselves, and most had wonderful members. Not that he would know, that it.
He kept trotting forward, slowly yet surely. He was taking his sweet time among a place with such a beautiful fragrance. Yellow flowers, red flowers, blue flowers with purple flecks. He started jumping around in this field filled with flowers. His giant paws hit softly on the ground, despite how big they were. His classic gray wolf pelt soaked in the sunlight; a sponge in the middle of water. It warmed his body, until he saw a grasshopper. How could one see a grasshopper in this type of mood without chasing it?
Zev crouched down and soon pounced. Of course the grasshopper escaped his claws and he huffed out a breath. He rose again, and layed low to the ground. He smiled to himself, and jumped farther than where the grasshopper sat. He landed right where the grasshopper wanted to escape. He smiled, paws laying on the terrain that held the grasshopper captive. He slowly let his paws up and out jumped a little green insect, running away towards freedom. Suddenly, a howl burst into the morning. It was quite the right time for it, because he knew who it belonged to: Sierra.
A giant smile broke from across his face. He was very much happy to see Sierra. He remembered instantly that he was only witnessed her pelt in very dim light. Now, the sun was almost just slightly above the trees, setting the environment at a gentle hue of brightness. He stood and stretched and made his way to the howl, picking up the pace instead of sauntering out into the world. The few flowers evolved to a few hundred within several lengths.
Zev looked up and scented the air, scented what smelled like Sierra's fragrance, but he was not 100% sure that it was hers. More of a 99. He followed it to a tree where he found her pelt sitting at the trunk. His big body turned around the tree, paws silent. "Hey, Sierra," he said and smiled. He layed his big body down on the ground for the beginning of a chat. Sierra always made him smile with her words and her thoughts. The way she thought of things always surprised him. However, he could always come back with a strong statement. He liked that about himself. “How have you been?” he asked. Simple chat always evolved to larger conversations.
He huffed out a breath as the breeze ruffled up his pelt. New scents hinted along the breeze. He had learned a lot about himself speaking to Sierra. The way he talked, his thoughts, and the way his mind processed always seemed to come out from inside of a shadow when around this wonderful fea. Maybe he would work on that when around more wolves, like in a pack they were going to join.
OOC- You're totally fine. By the way, love the table (;>#
