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.
Oh, My Beautiful One. IP: 174.230.64.10 Posted on April 9, 2014 at 01:38:03 PM by Mizuki
Mizuki's legs ached with the urge to romp, but with no one to tussle with. Bored and bummed, she meandered into Blossom Field, the playfully warm aura of Spring beckoning her to indulge in her urge.
Being significantly more petite than the average wolf, she wasn't very well noticed unless you had your eye out for a frail little femme.
But here, with all the splash of color and life, her bleached fur took the show in an awkward way. Awkward like a splat of white paint on a rainbow canvas. A small splat, anyways.
Here, it seemed peaceful and quite easy to forget any woes. Except for an audibly deprived stomach, she was happy, wriggling with excitement.
The tall flowers concealed most of her except her head, which disappeared now and then as her snout was shoved in the dirt by enticing and peculiar aromas.
While focused on the ground, frantically searching for a hare or mouse, she accidentally butted into
a leg. Lifting her crest to view another wolf, she whipped her banner to and fro.
"Pardon me."
Her lips curled up in a foolish smile. He was white as well and nearly twice as large as she.
