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 sound of snow crunching could be heard as Seven made her way around. With her black pelt and amber hues, it wasn't hard to spot her either. She stuck out like a sore thumb with all the white powdery stuff lying around. Boy, did it irritate her.

Seeing as she was accustomed to staying hidden and just not being out in the open, it seemed only natural that the canine was annoyed. She never did like the snow. It was always so cold and wet. And the complete opposite shade of her fur. Sometimes, it hurt her eyes.

Shaking her head, the fem huffed, a white puff of smoke appearing before her muzzle. Her hues turned to focus on the scenery, seeing only white. Briefly, she wondered if anyone else was out here. It made her ears flatten, not really wanting confrontation. It was her first day here, meaning she knew nothing of the others that roamed the large area. She blinked, her eye sight picking something up in her pref-rial vision as she walked.

Seven turned her cranium, ears perked as she took note of another being. With it's fur white, she had almost missed it. The lupin tilted her head before lowering it just a bit. She wasn't even sure if the other had spotted her yet or not. Her body came to a halt as she continued to look, curiosity sparking in her hues.

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