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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.:Questioned Thoughts:.

Silence had filled the gap between his steps towards the male. His ears had perked up a sign that his presence was known. It seemed impossible but the brute in-front of him must have had enhanced hearing due to his other disabilities. Interesting… I know you’re there. The males German accent was defiantly there. Another surprise, he was from another country. Silence followed the brutes words as Airon padded to the face him.

He introduced himself and the boy smiled back at him. He replied leaving only a few seconds of breath, I'm Unmoglich, but just call me Glitch if you'd like. It's nice to meet you Airon. Airon smiled back That is a very unique name, Glitch. By your accent I’m guessing your German. But correct me if I’m wrong. It’s a pleasure to meet you too! Airon nodded his head, he had started to babble on like a child. That seemed to happen a lot to him, something that needed to be changed.

Airon watched the ebony male sitting there they knew so little of each other and yet they might become friends. It amazed Airon how one could befriend another in a matter of minutes by just striking up a conversation! Was it the culture and just a natural thing to do? Airon wasn’t very good at conversing with random strangers but this would help.



||Airon||Packless||Bound to None|| No Heirs|| Adult|| Evermore||



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