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.

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.:.Dib:.




Despite what Aerten had always professed herself to be- a wolf of dark nature with the skills and brains to rival any violent, unstable, monster- Dib did not hesitate to throw her body towards the russet assassin, allowing her weight to topple both of them to the ground and into the flowers that seeped from the earth around them. With many others, Dib was sure that any sort of physical attention would have grappled a much more intolerant reaction from the assassin but the youngster was far from the point of worrying or hesitating. Aerten, as usual, was quick to keep up her reputation, as a huff that was clearly of a derisive nature, escaped her jaws at the same time that both feyas pulled themselves to their feet; though Dib was not quite as swift. Her exuberant behaviour had taken its toll and the Saw Tooth ess was feeling the consequences of her actions; her leg throbbing with an annoying ache; however she carried on regardless, sparking the beginnings of conversation that the Abendrot lady was quick to respond to.

Whereas the younger lass had been full of enthusiasm and the joys of the world, Aerten was a little more laid back with her answer. Her response had been quick and to the point but Dib had listened intently none-the-less. Sometimes Dib was glad of the fae’s sharpness, it made a welcome change to the usual softness that wolves spoke to her. Yes, she was disabled but she was not fragile and it was refreshing for a wolf to treat her like she was ‘normal’- much like Markus always did. ”Well, we will just have to make a point of meeting up more often, won’t we? I’ve been really good. Mum’s even got herself a promo...” And then her words failed her, catching in her throat, as the scent of another reached her nares; a cologne of a male who belonged to none other than Abendrot.

For once in the many moons Dib had lived she fell silent, her eyes flicking hastily between Aerten and the empty field around them. Although it had never been discussed, the lass knew just how important it was for their meeting to be secret and the added mix of another Abendrot member was creating a rather unstable concoction. A mixture of adrenaline, anticipation and fear bubbled within the youngster’s veins as she waited for the next events to unfold- and it wasn’t long before they did.

In a matter of seconds the pair was confronted by a male drenched in the scent of Abendrot. His grey cloak was bristled and on end and his hackles stood to attention down the back of his neck. A snarl grew taut across his jaws, displaying the majority of his teeth in aggression and despite her habitually laid back nature; Dib found herself mimicking the soldier’s display. Her ears flattened across her crown, body poised in the perfect position to either defend herself or flee for the safety of Saw Tooth as she listened unwillingly to the vile words that dripped from his jaws. A scoff fell from her crimson muzzle at his insult and before she knew it, her own retort was being fired. ”How pathetic that a so called soldier has to resort to name calling. We aren’t doing anything wrong so why don’t you just back OFF.” The last word was snapped back at the Abendrot soldier, the girl’s bodice standing taller than it had before. Yes he came from a pack that was the most feared in the world, but Dib was not scared- thanks to her adventurous nature. Dib was rarely scared of anything.

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






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