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.


{ D R E A M }

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The one thing about the heat of the day that set the ess off was its unrelenting power. It struck down onto the base of the earth with such force, any wolf barrelling towards the sun would be dumbstruck by the overwhelming power. It reminded Mink of her days as a pup, before her eyesight gave way and eternal darkness become her inevitable companion. It reminded her of when the green grew lush and great underfoot and the sky was freckled with white puffy clouds she had just wanted to jump on.

But the sun beat down with a power that could not go unnoticed, so a good part of the fae’s childhood had been spent digging small holes to lie in cool dirt or under shady trees to pass time. Only when that happened did she learn to sit quietly. There was only one reason Mink rarely joined into conversation; she just simply liked to sit, watch, and observe in silence as the older wolves around her obtained information about the pack land and everything inside of it. It was these actions that she fell back upon when she lost her sight. Often times she found herself walking around in midday looking for a medium sized group of others so she could chime in when she wanted to and lean back and wait as other wolves in their small socratic circle discussed whatever the hell they wanted. And really? That was just fine.

Sitting under the sun always made the dam think about what she could have been if she had stayed with her family. Nothing good would have promised anything. Her mother was a subordinate wolf in her home pack, sister to the King but never ever trying to take a step above others. That would have been the white eve’s destiny, the struggle of rank in places that were always active with day to day life. And perhaps that was where she was headed to now, but it made no difference. The heat would wrap around her every day and whisper its words of wisdom before streaking off to find another being to bother. And again? That was just fine. As the silence started to smooth down into a real lull, the dam heard a large thud onto the ground, followed by a strident yelp that was soon followed by silence. Before the white vixen had any more time to think, she bolted upright, and sent herself forward in a pace that would ensure she got to where she was needed with a good amount of time.

“Hello?” Mink’s voice was light and airy, delicate and exquisite as it meandered into the air with purpose. Her towers perked as the sound of lapping hit her drums. Wherever she was, it was not high enough that she could not be able to climb down. With ease and little grace, she backed herself, blind, down the small cliff to where the wolf was laying. With another inhale of breath, Mink swallowed the girl’s scent, pup and young lupine penetrating the familiar parts of her mind. “Hold on. I’m coming.” Soon enough, she touched rock underneath the tips of her pads, and slowly walked to the pup on the ground. “My name is Mink. I’m here to help you. All I ask is that you be my eyes so we can get down to the ground. Once we get there, I will take a good look at you.” The white dam slipped her mandible over the faeling’s scruff and pulled her up into the air. Only then did she feel with her paws, and no doubt they were closer to the ground than they had been before, to find the edge. It would remain in the pup’s easy eyesight for them to get down onto the cliff and Mink to find exactly what the problem was.

.: Thunderfoot :.


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