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.
Become one with Mother Russia, да? IP: 12.234.78.2 Posted on April 24, 2013 at 00:13:22 AM by Ivan Braginski
Ivan stayed down for a long while, roughly swallowing sobs and trying not to hear the voices that rang through his ears. Old orders from General Winter, Russian folksongs sung in Anastasia's sweet voice, the prayers his elder sister would recite every morning and night, the excited voice his younger sister would greet him with every night when he would come home bloody and worn out. But also the screams of every wolf and creature he'd ever killed and All over the soviet anthem.
The Russian brute growled curses and swallowed his daily regret for ever joining the soviet legions.
Then an unfamiliar voice was heard through all the others, raspy and English. Ivan's eyes snapped open, and he sat slowly, shaking his thick white fur gently to rid himself of the ashes that clung to his coat. Keeping his movements slow and calm, he turned to find the speaker, his normal smile gracing his face easily. But his eyes were still troubled as the met the auburn ones.
