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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Thoughts started to bewitch the fae’s mind. It had been ages since she had used her vocals and started a conversation. In fact, it seemed as if her voice was throbbing inside of her, dying to try and speak out into the open wind. But it would have to be subdued, as the wind trailing through the leaves of the tree above her gave her the only sound of the day. Mink had rarely started to come outside of Andere territory. The trails out here were unfamiliar, or really, unknown. Many of these places were woebegone with overgrown grass that had never been stepped on besides the patter of an occasional rain. Holes were created by animals living in the soil in an unpredictable fashion. Therefore, Mink tended to stay in places that she found understandable, until she was in a mood to try and expand her horizons. Footpaths within her own packlands were the only things used by the vixen in her own homeland. The female tried to only use the system of counting her steps to make her own way of navigation. It took an awful lot of retracing and precision to ambush the walkways and pinpoint where she would be going at any occurrence or time of day. Weather also tried to divert the female. Footsteps would shorten in snow and she would have to be ready for it. It is extremely challenging to find one’s way around in sheer darkness and no direction in which way to go.

As the wind played with her pelt in an elegant dance, the sound of footsteps closed in on her auds. Her head whipped around, trying to get the best angle she could. But before she could regain her hold on the circumstance, a scent plowed into her and she felt the hot breath of air on her face. The female’s neck retreated quickly, claws finding the ground and sinking into the soil in case she needed a base to set her weight upon. Sounds of withdrawal caused her to halt as she analyzed that the male retreated. A huff of air forced through her lungs as she folded her claws back between her feet and remained seated on the ground. The fae’s head turned toward the being that she had encountered, pale blue eyes drifting to the varg. ““I apologize m’lady, I fear I did not notice you taking your repose beneath this tree. I shall leave you to your solitude.”

A smile pursed the edges of her kissers, obsidian teeth making an appearance against her muzzle. “You just startled me is all. But please, join me. It’s been awhile since I have been in company.” A sigh seemed to boil from her vocal cords, the vibrations sounding and soothing her throat. Mink waited for a moment before she heard the male take a seat beside her. “My name is Mink.” It was odd to her that even after meeting the varg in a small amount of seconds, she felt comfortable in his existence. Mink smiled brightly once more as she waited for him to introduce himself. It was appealing to her to start to meet new people. Perhaps she could build relations with the ones she stumbled upon.

.: Thunderfoot :.


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