Romance is in the air...this is probably the most beautiful and scenic place in Blossom Forest. For the athletic and determined to come with their mates, for time away from pups. Only adults may come here; some of the ledges are too far apart for teens or pups to cross and some too high to scale.

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Warmth. Is was one of the only things in the world that she didn’t need to see. It crawled up the edges of her spine and spilled out into the stems of her legs and tail. It leaked out from where the earth was trying to hold it, and wrapped it tight around the dam as she stood facing the sun. A smile frayed around her kissers, a small curl of a finger sending the warmth down to her toes. It felt beautiful to be out in the open sun. The fae started to move, feeling the lukewarm air fold in and out of her fur, stopping and moving when she did. It was gracious; alluring. Cool dirt caked into the bottom of her pads as the girl trotted out into the open air.

This was a place she was not used to, one where every turn she made could have left her falling down onto the ground. But there was nothing to trip over, nothing to disturb her pace as she was in the middle of a field. One where the long grass bit at the higher parts of her forelegs and sent her nipping down to settle each dispute. Where she was headed, however, would not hold these long tendrils captive. Where she was going, there would be nothing but the sun and wind to calm her spirit.

Of course, she didn’t know that. The white vixen didn’t know that she would be heading to a place that hit the sky with a full on blast, one that would knock her flat on her rear. No, the giant cliff ahead of her was unapparent, her scent and auds unable to do nothing to let her know where she was going. Until she was closer. It was several paces away where the long, tan needles stopped nipping her ink-stained legs and broke away to short grass that molded with her paws. Grass. Normal and mediocre grass. She almost stopped to relish the feeling, but she felt the tension high up in her nares. She started inhaling, hurling air in and out of her lungs. And suddenly, a large sound emitted out of her mandible, penetrating the air with a loud ring. The sneeze was louder than the dam had anticipated. But the sound of it, echoing and reaching up into the air with ravenous claws, stopped her right in her tracks.

She tilted her head, waiting as even the smaller sounds around were intensified to loudness that was not normal. The ess barked, one shrill voice. It had the same reaction. Mink started to walk forward, slow and easy, until she felt the hot breath of rock almost touch her head. Almost. That was the best thing about improved senses; one could feel the thing it front of them without actually touching it. The small female raised herself onto her back legs, pedaling forward so her front limbs touched the edge of the mountain. Her curled claws felt around a small groove, and she hoisted herself up. Now she was with the wind; one with the wind. Patterns started to transpire out of her step, but soon she was done climbing. It would be hard to get back down without being able to see. And so, with a cool breeze touching the edge of her face, she layed herself into the shade of a lone tree, eager to live this day till it ceased.

.: Thunderfoot :.


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