Enocra Woodland

Pine, spruce and firs alike...
Dense coniferous forests cover the woodlands, with clearings, paths and the occasional wildberry shrub throughout. Pine, spruce and fir make up much of the forest in the east, with the forest becoming swampier in the west towards Mecor Valley. In the west, cypress trees dominate, with fallen trees creating bridges across and throughout the stillwaters.

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northern winds blow
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The girl's dual toned tail stirs behind her in something akin to joyous ease. The northern wind finds this boy easy to get along with, because he does not judge or condemn her, and perhaps this is what the girl needs right now, and since he is the first face the girl has seen upon entering these lands perhaps she considers him her hope. The girl just perhaps needed one wolf to know that she was not too bad, and now that she feels accepted, the girl feels a little lighter. It is just the pick-up that the northern wind needed, already her self resolve is growing, a tentative confidence becoming but a spark, the girl is becoming who she had always hidden away from the eyes of others. Who she truly is will reveal itself in time, and while little glimmers and gleams may currently show, but surely some of it is what has been forced upon her, things she adapted in order to survive, she can start to shake those shackles away.

The girl is a listener at her core, she is not a leader of that much she is certain, but she does not want to merely become a chew toy. It is then that he tells the girl that he does not think that these Angels fly and she ponders if the wings had been clipped. "There is a home for Angels? It is called Diveen...hmm..." The girl's posture is loose and ponder-some and curious, not even realizing that she has spoken the words aloud, intrigued by her own internal musings, almost missing the rest of his words in her internal fairytales, traces of her childish nature one may say. She is brought out of her imaginings by his description of it and for a moment the girl is once again feeling a bit lost over the usage of the word 'pretty'.

The girl does not deem herself pretty, she views herself as ugly and different than the others, she is not drizzled in a silver that glimmers like a fresh rain at dusk, brindles do not mark away at her thick coat, she is not pure and white and untainted, the northern wind knows that she can never be pretty, because these Angels he has briefly described must indeed be very pretty, and they are everything that the girl is not. The girl will never over-step her boundaries. She will find her place some-day, she will find a place where she truly belongs, wherever and whenever such a day may come, but the girl will never be pretty.

"If you say so, then it must be that I will follow." He indeed seems to have a burst of energy as he leaps about, and it is indeed his energy in these moments that makes small touches of a genuine smile appear on the girl's face, as she follows in the boy's wake obediently, eventually he brings himself to move at her side, and she feels...more at ease than she has in a long time. Today Suicune has made her first friend. "I would like to, if you want to show." The smile is a little brighter upon the girl's lips. She will walk this journey that has presented itself to her.

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