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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A wave of relief crashed over the young faeling when the ground was secure under Mink's paws. Of course, that relief was short lived when she was set down, causing pain to shoot through her leg once more. Being near water helped a bit, though. The sound of it crashing gently against the small bank was hypnotic, calming. Soft amber eyes blinked, her mind parting with her thoughts as the female's voice reached her flattened auds. Looking up, she met the cloudy eyes to the girl who saved her, a shudder running through her small body at Mink's words. It is going to hurt... Well, it hurt pretty badly right then, so Reagan couldn't seem to comprehend how it could possibly hurt more than it did.

She willingly took the bark from the larger girl's strong jaws, listening to her following lyrics with a quick nod of her head. "Th-Thank you," she whispered, her words barely audible with the bark between her teeth. She watched with wide, curious eyes as the older she-wolf began to lower herself down. Reagan's leg was broken, that's what Mink had told her.

She had never had a broken leg before. Or a broken anything, for that matter. But now that she had one, it was a pain she would never wish on anyone else. A shaky breath of air escaped her nostrils as she shifted herself onto one side, relieving the pressure that was placed on her injured appendage.

A sharp yelp was ripped from the young princess' throat, the bark falling from her jaws. A loud snap filled the air, which would have caused her to jump had she not been in so much pain. A herd of soft whimpers escaped her obsidian kissers as she leaned down to scoop the pieces of bark up between her teeth once again, biting down so hard that she began to feel a bit dizzy. What was this fae doing? It certainly didn't feel like she was trying to help. But the way she spoke -- so soft and reassuring, kind and welcoming -- Reagan felt that she could truly trust the older girl.



("This is how I talk")




REAGAN

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


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