Enocra Woodland

Pine, spruce and firs alike...
Dense coniferous forests cover the woodlands, with clearings, paths and the occasional wildberry shrub throughout. Pine, spruce and fir make up much of the forest in the east, with the forest becoming swampier in the west towards Mecor Valley. In the west, cypress trees dominate, with fallen trees creating bridges across and throughout the stillwaters.

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I can show you fear in a handful of dust
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Posted on February 21, 2014 at 11:26:38 PM by WARLOW





This land was spacious with a never-ending change in scenery and Warlow took his time traveling between the unclaimed lands. He didn't stray close to the pack lands since he had not inclination for guidance from anyone. It was not his way to follow but maybe in time his flighty nature will settle down. And so he found himself in the woodland with his ears following the squawking of the circling birds and licking his lips in anticipation of an easy meal. He paused midway to his destination as he crossed the path recently taken by Mistletoe and her scent still clung to the air and vegetation. Warlow growled under his breath, annoyed at the prospect of fighting over scraps with some other wolf - but fight he would if need be. Shaking his thick, scruffy russet fur he pads towards the flying birds once more.

"Damn birds!" The words spilled from his maw the moment he stepped beneath their circling forms. The lying hollow-boned bastards! The forest floor was clear of any free meal. They were circling nothing. He didn't take well to disappointment. Flattening his ears he spied a rather large fallen branch in the place his meal should be and set to tearing into it as a way to vent his anger. The wood had not yet rotted despite the damp earth and piled snow. It was pleasing to press his jaws into it and rip at it, tearing small pieces and spitting them out across the ground.

Finally - slowly - he pulled away from, sated from his release. The birds had begun to lazily drift away and his golden eyes glared at them for a few seconds before he remembered the wolf's scent not too far away. It was too late for a meal if there had ever been one here and he tended to think that was unlikely. No sign of blood, fur, or bone was within sight or smell. Warlow was rather large with a bulky body and long hair that seemed to emphasize his size. In fall he blended in rather well with his reddened fur but his belly, chest, and under his chin was a dull white - dull only because of the dirt and grime he didn't bother to clean recently. Not to mention his dirty four paws with white socks.

He bursts into a lope until he once more crosses her scent and turns in the direction she went. As her scent grows stronger he slows, stepping carefully and ducking around bare trees as he stalks her. Finally he catches a glimpse of her body and he takes a few minutes to trail her, eying her sleek body and trying to decide whether to speak. Warlow was a rather grouchy wolf at times and depending on his mood could be amusing or irritating. She could sense him. Her attentive gaze and perked ears made him grin but he follows her still. Her voice carries in the wind and he takes the opportunity to slip out from the shadows of the dead trees towards her. "Pleasant for who?" Warlow moves so that he is parallel to her but a good foot away, eying her carefully. "Are you one of those crazy one's who talk to themselves?"

warlow

male | six years old | mated to none | imprinted to none




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