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.


a c c e l e r a t e

It seemed that her luck had worked it's charm, and her grin only grew as a familiar aroma washed over her. The russet assassin could only roll her eyes as the lame Saw Tooth ess came barrelling towards her, awkward gait and all. Usually, Aerten would be tempted to bite down upon any wolf stupid enough to make physical contact -a certain grey coated pack mates collarbones came to mind at this train of thought- however she was content to allow the girl to lunge and sweep her in an affectionate embrace, sending both rolling across the bed of flowers, only letting out a mock annoyed huff. Pulling herself to her feet once more around the same time the other did, she chuckled at Dib's words, shaking her head softly. It was far too mushy for her, but the russet femme had come to expect it with Dib, so it was no longer much of a surprise, and the more used to it she grew, she found the less it grated upon her nerves.

"It has been too long, hasn't it? I've been fine Dib, and you?" She gave the girl a quick glance, having noted her breaths during their short exchange and wanting to ensure that the Saw Tooth ess's health was in check. Only the gods could know what she would do if Dib was not alright, still she had a feeling that the fact the girls enthusiasm had not at all been diminished meant that things were at least going fairly well. Orbs flickering back to the lands around her, Aerten kept an eye out for any of her pack members or otherwise associated faces, not wanting a repeat of her and Dibs last encounter, where she had ran into a rather furious Grey Wind after. Her shoulders still could remember the sting of claws digging into them, and if he came across Dib...Aerten would not allow it to come to pass.

"I want my innocence back," she snarls.


||Aerten||Maiden||Epsilon||Abentrot Assassin||Tamed By None||No Heirs||PixieEclipse||


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