Many wolves looking for relaxation come to Blossom Field. A gentle breeze vibrating the blossoming flowers is quite a sight to see and it is quite a favourite for wolves to come with their mates.

A recent fire has ruined the scenery, half the field covered with soot and marked with scars of the flames. The other half is untouched, however.

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How the wind danced in the female’s fur. It grabbed one, took her for a little spin, and then let go. It was warm as well as soft. The sun peered out from behind trails of white, fluctuating the warmth inside the ess until it resonated from her. A small smile pursed the edge of her lips as her black pillars traced steps forward into the gleaming sun. Her white form stood out very easily from the multi-hued ground. Pastels of red, pink and yellow swayed in the oncoming wind, a glorifying scent bashing away those of other wolves. The fae paused, twitching an ear before inhaling the soft scent of flower through her nares. All was silent except for the small brush of wind, and she continued forward. Her claws slid into the dirt, the cold beating of her mother not sounding within her ears. No. In this place, she was not deep, but within.

The scent of flowers was starting to overcome her stronger senses, so she began to pick up her pace. The vixen knew with great pleasure where she was going as the light played with her fur. It bounced off her white pelt and flew back towards the sky as she made her way to the only tree within the field of flowers. Soon, she felt a small flash of cold and the ruffle of leaves and she stopped. Raising her black paws up to the tree, she unsheathed her talons and pulled down, claw hitting bark before they scraped to the floor. It felt good to move once again. To trim the parts of her that she had kept inside during the winter and part of the spring. She had been sleepy, and she was glad to now finally be alive. The world was once again hers to live.

Carefully, after rubbing herself around in the cold dirt beneath her feet, she shook and took a seat. Eyes open up to the sky, she felt small rays of sunlight filter through branches and leaves, warming small parts of her bodice. Claws fingered through the earth as she dug up some grass, and again the wind took hold.

.: Thunderfoot :.


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