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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Small paws carried the young boy swiftly toward the towering cliff, his sights set on climbing to the very top. Everyone older than him had said that it would be impossible for a pup his size to do it. The ledges are too high, you could fall... The rocks are too far apart.... The top really isn't that great, it's not worth getting hurt over. Skipper didn't believe a word of it. How could something that high up, that utterly free not be worth the trek? No, the young lad was sure they were all wrong. They just didn't want to see him hurt and really, Skipper should be grateful to have others who cared for him. He should feel selfish for running off against their subtle please. But how could he be sorry at all when he had his mind set on the cliff in the sky?

Shaking the thought from his mind, Skipper's little paws came to an abrupt halt at the base of the large cliff. Tilting his cranium back, his gaze pointed to the vast blue sky above, he noticed a brightly colored banner arching high over the very top of the cliff. That served as another great reason to reach the top and without another moment's thought, he crouched down and prepared his legs to spring him up to the very first rock.

Once the rock was secure beneath the pads of his paws, he let out a relieved breath. And they told him he wouldn't even make the first jump. A smug smile pulled over his lips and he practically skipped to the next rock.

This pattern continued for what felt like hours -- though it was probably closer to twenty minutes of crouching, jumping, resting, repeat. But he was nearing the top, and though his small legs were starting to ache from the constant jumping, he was not about to give up. Skipper never was one to just quit on things he really wanted.

However, his feet caused him to skid to a stop before he could reach the next rock. The scent of a young female wafted through the air and straight to his nostrils, causing his ears to perk in curiosity. There was a girl near. But where? He couldn't see her, couldn't hear her.. He could only smell her alluring scent. Pacing around the rock for a few moments, Skipper tried to find the source of the scent. His actions came to a quick end once more when he caught sight of a small body laying on the rock just below the ledge he was currently on. Tentative steps brought him closer to the ledge and, once he gained the courage, he squeezed his soft blue eyes shut and allowed himself to jump down to the ledge.

He landed with a soft 'oomf' on the rock below. The hard surface caused a dull, thumping pain to shoot through the sensitive pads of his feet, though he ignored it when he remembered the ess laying only inches away from him. He walked gently over to the girl, lowering his head to nudge his nose against her ivory frame. "Excuse me, miss?" He asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper. When the smaller creature didn't even stir, he pressed his ears flat against his head, slowly lowering himself down next to her, trying to think of what he could do.

Then it hit him. Water. He had passed a small stream on the way to the cliff. That was the only way to wake her up, and Skipper just had to be sure the ess was okay. He stood once more, taking the scruff of the girl's neck between his jaws. He was careful not to break the skin with his sharp teeth, thankful that the fae was smaller than him. He began the journey down the cliff, trying to be as gentle as he could as he jumped down to the rocks below. Each time he hit his paws against tiny rocks, but he didn't acknowledge the pain. He dragged the lifeless body of the girl to the stream, finally letting go and rushing into the cool water. He lifted his paw, slapping the water hard enough to make it splash on the girl.

OOC -- I know this is late lol but it's long, so that'll make up for it ;))

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