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.


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Quiet whines continued to fall from the young girl's maw as she lapped aimlessly at her injured paw. She found that the problem was both internal and external when she licked at the sensitive pad of her tiny paw, instantly recognizing the taste of blood there. It must have cut on the sharp pebbles that scattered the hard face of the rock ledge. But that was far from the problem -- she barely even noticed the cut. The pain that seemed to resignate from her bones was far worse than anything she had ever felt in her short-lived life. The fealing barely noticed the sound of another wolf's voice. She didn't look up until the presence of another living being became too much for her to ignore.

Once she finally did look up, she was met with a sight that temporarily took her mind off the pain. The queen who stood before her was beautiful. Her ivory fur seemed to glow beneath the harsh rays of the sun. The black stockings on her long appendages gave her a sort of curious look, as if she'd walked through ashes. Her eyes, even though they were cloudy and unseeing, still reflected Reagan's look, making the pup already feel close to the stranger. But this wasn't what interested the young ess the most. This wolf -- Mink, she was called -- had an uncanny resemblance to her own mother. Shaking the thought from her mind, Reagan turned her full attention back to her injury, unable to return the introduction as she began to lap at her paw once again.

A surprised squeak was the next sound to leave the pup's maw, feeling herself being lifted off of the ground. She was relieved that there was someone around to help, but she felt so vulnerable. Reagan had never been one to rely on the help of others. She was usually very careful and aware, but maybe even the best wolves needed help sometimes. She nodded her head simply, much too caught up in her thoughts to properly answer the ess. She forced her eyes open, soft amber hues turning toward the edge of the ledge. A shudder ran through her petite body as they began to descend. "C-Careful," she whispered shakily, curling protectively into herself as she dangled in the female's strong jowls, glad to be away from the dangerous cliff. "We're close to the b-bottom now, g-go a bit to your left." She tried her best to give good directions, she really did. There wasn't much to say, as they were already so close to the bottom as it was.

("This is how I talk")


Fae .x. Pup .x. Pack .x. Love .x. Controlled by SMJ


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