Once this place used to hold the yin and yang scenery of Blossom Field. Now, there are miles of winding tundra. To the north, this tundra is cruel and dry, with wisping weaves of tall grasses. The ground is cracked and cold, and it hardly is ever moistened by dearly desired rainfall. To the south, the tundra becomes more prosperous - meadows of flowers and herbs grace the ground. Part of this connects near Elebeam Weargtreow - however it is an impassible field of poppy, which will put any wolf trying to cross it into a deep slumber, and eventually die.

Those looking to hunt here will find mice, snakes, and rabbits, along with pronghorns, bison, and javalinas.




Summer had finally come to the lands of Blossom Forest, though not every day had been gloriously sunny or warm due to the lingering fingers of winter that would just refused to release their grip. The storms so common with the cold months had all but vanished from the country- regaining their energy in time for the next moon. Flowers were beginning to spring from their beds that lay under the ground, flashing vibrant colours out of the once dead land and the tree’s hand finally regained their summer leaves- green and plump with nutrients. Animals were returning to the plateau with babies galore and birds sang sweet songs in the branches far above. And yet despite the beauty of the land and indeed that of Saw Tooth, Dib once again found herself on a familiar and yet unexpected outing beyond the borders of her home land; down the secret path, she had traversed many a time before, and out of the boundaries of her pack. Exploring the vast beauty of her world would have to wait.

She moved as swiftly as she could, her leg unusually swollen and painful as a result of her last adventure. The cold had not helped either and so every now and again an agonising yelp would steal through gritted teeth and into the atmosphere around her. Yet the smile did not fade from her face for long and slowly she continued her journey. She conquered the land like she had done on thousands of occasions before- even being so brave as to test her memory by closing her eyes as she manoeuvred her trodden path. And with every completed test a small giggle would flutter from her chest in accomplishment. If only she didn’t have to grow up.

Her venture from home had been spurred by a recognizable song from the west of her home land. It resonated in the air calling, beckoning, for her to follow it; though it seemed more of a demand than a suggestion and so she obliged to the howl and went with it. She followed and followed until finally it stopped, and she realised with a great sense of enthusiasm that she had reached the origin of the call and indeed the caller themselves. Her eyes searched the vast blanket of flowers and ash until the stopped upon a figure, stuck out from amongst the flora like a beckon in the night. Waves of thrill began to wash through the vixen’s body and she bounded forwards, her leg giving way slightly as she did so. Her tail weaved from side to side in an untimed pattern that sent her body swaying uncontrollably. Dib’s motion did not stop till she reached her friend, nor did they stop until she had completely tackled the other female with an enthusiastic bear hug that would most likely send them both rolling.

Giggles poured from the female’s chest, between heavy pants and sneers of pain and she rolled to sit upright next to the crimson assassin. Quickly she composed herself and her breaths fell into rhythm as her chest moved in regular motions. ”Long time no see Aerten. I know you probably won’t want to hear this, but I have really missed you. How have you been?!”

Matured ¦¦ Vixen ¦¦ Crushing on ??¦¦ Un-tied ¦¦ Saw Tooth ¦¦ xhollowremains


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