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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Aerten had tilted her head and tuned into Dib's words, finding herself unusually curious as the ess began to talk about her mother. However this curiosity was cut short by a sharp interruption.

It was her fault really, for if the russet vixen had been fully immersed and aware of the world around her as she usually was, then perhaps she would've picked up on the familiar aroma before it had the chance to strike. Instead, as she turned to meet the pack mate who she had scented far too late to intercept, his angry words spilled over, and Aerten felt her own rage begin to bubble up inside her chest. How dare he. The girls bottom lip curled to reveal ivory daggers, a low growl reverberating in her chest, warning the male before her to check himself and carefully choose his next words. Useless cripple? If he said that again, she would make him one.

To say that Aerten was proud of Dib was an understatement, and though she did not take her eyes off her pack mate for even the briefest of seconds, she did watch her friend carefully out of the corner of her eye. Mimicking the girl, Aerten also found herself to be standing taller than usual, hackles risen and a challenging look thrown in Grey Wind's direction. "You're an idiot if you think you can question my loyalties and insult her in the same breath Grey Wind." The russet assassin fired off at him. "Now why don't you run off home and stop interfering where you're not wanted, before someone gets hurt." With that, the Abentrot ess fell quiet and awaited his reaction, her glare very pointed. If he went for Dib again, verbally or physically, he would find more than just his ego and pride hurting.



"I want my innocence back," she snarls.

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







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