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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Skid Row was bored.

And yes, that did mean it was a dire situation, well, at least for the rest of Blossom Forest. It was always when he was bored that things that happened to be nearby start to explode. He smirked a bit to himself, thinking over some of the best ones... The one 'accident' that set itself off when he 'didn't know' that it was on Abendrot territory had been priceless. Plus, they hadn't even convicted him! The one he'd floated out to the middle of the lake hadn't been bad either...

The teen laughed to himself, shaking some of his long, greasy-looking black fur out of his eyes. Good times... He thought, glancing over the mist of where he'd currently set himself for the night with a cheeky grin and a wink he threw easily at some passing femme he honestly couldn't really bring himself to care about. She'd blushed and looked away from him, and he just laughed and rolled on his back, enjoying the clouds and the general view.

Of course, he completely ignored the fact that he was only another roll or two from plummeting off the cliff to his death, but the important part was that he was alive, and damn, he felt it too. He smirked at the rushing feeling of reckless life that was still flowing like fire through his veins from running up to almost the very top of the cliff. The wind that blew gently through his long, luscious fur didn't do much to cool him down, but it was enough to convince him to get back up.

Skid Row was hot shit, and he knew it. Thus, he deserved some sort of she-wolf to spend his time with. He headed up towards the top of the cliff with an easy swagger, letting his attractiveness speak for itself as he meandered along.

OOC: This was shit... I'm sorry.

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