Fir Chilis is the name given to the dense string of forested land that fills much of Blossom Forest. There are two different populations, depending on where in the land you are. To the north lays the deciduous forest, full of maples, oaks, birches, and beeches. To the south lay a coniferous forest full of pines and firs. No matter where you are, the trees shelter you from the sun and the rain and the snow. Take care not to get lost in the woods however - you may never find your way out. There are other dangerous here too - predators waiting for their own prey. While the land is prosperous they do not pose too much of a threat, but whenever famine or drought hits, they will attack anything... even other Putnar.

Those looking to hunt will find the forests well stocked - there are white-tailed deer, turkeys, red squirrels, chipmunks, mermots, and moose.




The vixen tripped over a pile of black laying in the end of the snow. She flew into the air, landing hard on the white located at her feet. She growled to herself, a snarl releasing into the wind. The dam turned abruptly around, lifting her maw and showing a field of ivories glinting at the light from the moon. Was that a wolf she smelled? Had she tripped her on purpose? Macartni raised her voice, howling over the wind blowing the white into her eyes. Oh, how they seemed to burn through the cold at that moment. The black pup at her feet threw back a snarl just like hers. “Well, if you were watching where you were going, we wouldn’t have this problem!” It might not have been those exact words that reached the dam’s auds, as she was turning away back into the wind, a growl at her face as she continued her hike. Macartni was getting bored already, wanting to drift back to sleep in the spot of her den before the bright sun of the day awakened her once more. However, a squeak made her stop. Was the pup going to apologize? Of course she was; that could only be the reason why the vixen turned her head. But when she looked back, her amber pools saw nothing.

The vixen almost turned and left, but something was pulling her back. It was strange that a pup, almost a teen, would just disappear in the darkness and without a trace. Macartni rolled her eyes, trying to convince herself that it was for her better good; she would regret it if she went back to her den without wanting to see the mysterious vanishing and never live to tell the tale. Yep, that pretty much did it. The maiden folded her body over to the rock that was hiding the pup from the rest of the world, but saw nothing. Did the vixen vanish out of thin air? Of course she didn’t; those things only happened at Sacred Stones or Misty Mountain. Why should such a thing occur out here at a cliff known to be wonderful and beautious? Flickering her ears, Macartni heard heavy breathing and a gasp, and almost a cry for help. Her fiery orbs peered over the sheer cliff, her eyes adjusting to the darkness as she stared into the huge gap. And what was there? The black pup that pulled her out of a trance not a moment before.

Now, the normal non-tired Macartni would just turn away and saunter someplace where she could get the feya out of trouble and back to her midnight walk, but the fall the wolf had taken had caught her by surprise as well. She turned her cream head around, looking for an area where she could come and rescue the pup. But what she could see down there only lead to the fact that she had only landed on the smallest ledge possible, which, thank Fenris, was a blessing. Nothing was out of the ordinary, except a small clearing where she could slide down. That would have to do, if it could at all.

Macartni bounded into a run towards the edge, putting her dark brown rump through the gap first. Within ten seconds, she landed at the bottom of the ledge. Across and to the front of her layed the black female. She made eye-contact, slipping out words that were relaxed and ordering. “Now, you have to jump over here; the ledge and cliff face are too steep to climb. This is the only way to go. Don’t worry, I will catch you. Please, just jump.” She almost added that she needed to get back to her walk, but that would not be very polite, smart even. She waited calmly, parting her jaws in case she would need to grasp the vixen before she fell to her death, if she even jumped the ledge at all. She would have to be fast; such small rock could not hold her for very long.

{Macartni} :: {vixen} :: {adult} :: {mateless} :: {packless}

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