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.
Waiting... For an awfully big adventure. IP: 82.47.132.153 Posted on April 4, 2013 at 08:49:38 PM by Dib.
Life had been pretty busy for teen lately. She had bumped into her friend Markus in the Saw Tooth terrain and then had found herself lost in a thick mist at Sacred Stones with a brute named Zev. She had only just met the brute before the fog settled in and a strange phenomenon appeared before their very eyes. It had been a fantastic escapade for the adventurous ess, although no amount of quests could cure the lass’ thirst for discovering something new and exciting. Now it seemed that the femme was once again off and about looking for something to occupy herself.
Unfortunately for the female, she had managed to hobble to every place in the whole of Blossom. She hobbled my dear reader because she was born with a twisted foreleg and has been permanently disabled since. The disability didn’t cause too much pain and couldn’t stop the ess from doing the one thing she loved the most- exploring. So now it appeared that she was just going to have to retrace her steps and see if there was a slight possibility that she had missed something on her travels. The first place, for a reason unknown to herself, she had an urge to go to was Blossom Field. Whether it was for the fact that she had previously been reunited with her long lost siblings here or whether the place held some sort of mystery she didn’t know. All she knew was something was driving her to go to Blossom Field and that was where she was going to go.
As Sacred Stones wasn’t too far away from her decided destination, it didn’t take an extremely long time for her to reach the field- half flowers, half ash. It was a strange place, full of life yet haunted by death. A fire had clearly raged through part of the pasture but part had been left untouched. It was remarkable to think that one meadow could hold both life and death in its borders and so close together without one blending into the other. The female padded slowly into the terra the sweet smell of flowers tickling her nose. If she had been any closer to the ground she was sure that the scents would have overwhelmed her senses.
Dib spent a little time in the flowered part of the field enjoying the view before her auds flickered to a really quiet coughing in the distance. The femme turned her cranium slowly towards the ash to see a scraggy brown wolf pup spluttering and choking each time a wave of ash was forced into the air. The teen’s heart dropped slightly at the sight of the emaciated pup. Although she was only young herself she couldn’t help but feel sorry for the little wolf that was laid on the floor; its head placed on its paws. As she moved closer a whimper entered the female’s auds. It was clear that the pup was obviously frightened and hungry and the lass tried her best to get to the pup as quick as she could.
Not wanting to frighten the pup she chuffed quietly to let, and judging by the scent, the female pup know that she was approaching. She lowered herself more to the ground to make herself less intimidating and make sure to let a welcoming smile grow on her face. Stopping a few paw steps away from the young pup the lass sat on her haunches and wrapped her tail round her paws. “Hi, I’m Dib. What’s your name?”
