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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The pup hunkered down to the ground and wagged his tail, showing his playful personality. The fae before him spoke, her vocals reaching his audettes. Hiya, my name is winter. Nice to see you. The tiny brute smiled and pounced on a leaf that was been carried by the breeze. He landed and tore it to shreds before focusing on the fae once more. "Hi Winter, my name is Zorion!"
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||Zorion|| ||No Mate|| ||No pack|| ||Pup|| ||*Azura*||





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