At one point in time, Misty Mountain stood opposite of Rainbow Cliff, and these rose to the sky as the only peaks in Blossom Forest. Since the magical change of the land, an entire chain of peaks rose from the bowels of the earth to become the Culter Unlaeddod - the Teeth of the Gods. Misty Mountain is still of the peaks, but many others exist as well. They run from north to south, from east to west. Atop some of the peaks, snow covers them year round, making the paths slippery and hazardous. Others are lower in altitude and are extremely humid, covered in thick, dense forests with mists swirling between each of the trunks. Others still are bare - naked boulders rising and falling haphazardly.

These chains of peaks do connect many of the packs, and they hold many things to explore - forbidden forests, deep and mysterious caves, beautiful scenic cliffs. However, one must have care - if you fall, it is a long, long, long way down...

Due to the varying terrains, many prey options are available. For those scared of injury, you may find ptarmigans, ravens, crows, squirrels, dormice, or rabbits. The adults hunting alone can find mountain goats... but for those hunting in a pack, there are elk, moose, and Bighorn Sheep.


And As You Die, You See My Face

I Hope You Live, To See The Day; When Your World Goes Up In Flames


Long, muscular stilts carried the male easily through the trees. Though his pelt was a russet red color it was easy for him to hide. He knew how the shadows worked, knew where to stand and situate himself so no one would ever know that his form was there. His grey paws went silently through the snow, his paw prints the only indication that another living being had been there. His breathe steamed from his nares in the bitter cold winds that had taken over Blossom. Tormund had been roaming the lands of Blossom for the past few weeks, under his leaderís orders. It had been an easy enough job for him, just go and be a ghost. Find out any and all information that he could. No detail would be too small, one never knew what information could turn out to be useful. He had made sure to visit all of the packs, and he knew which ones would be the biggest threat to them if a bigger war than planned broke out. He knew which packs were no longer around and would pose no threat to Farant and the rest of the maned wolfís family. Compared to some of the more brutal and deadly tasks set to him, this mission had been rather boring.

The tall warrior had made sure not only to investigate other packs, but the surrounding lands as well. He saw fights for leadership occur, he saw which packs hunted together, and which didnít, he saw mated pairs go off to produce even more lupines. Most of the latter disgusted the brute. He and the rest of his family had been taught how useless and unnecessary other breeds were besides their own, and it sickened him to see so many mediocre beings producing more offspring that could just end up in their way. That was part of the reason Tormund stuck with his pack. He did not have to deal with the rest of the world and put on a faÁade for anyone. He was free to be himself, to train as the warrior, soldier, and killer he was meant to be. He was free to copulate with whatever female that was given to him by his leader and not worry about what would happen to his offspring, he knew their fate as did everyone in their pack. He was never wondering what his purpose was, Farant always made sure to give him one.

As the male was stewing alone with his thoughts, he heard the all too familiar vocals ring through the trees, not calling for his followers, but demanding for them. There was no hesitation in the maleís steps as he quickly turned towards the mountain that Farant had called from. Luckily Tormund was close by and it would not take him long to arrive. When he did get there, he saw that some had already answered the call. A pair of siblings, Akranos and Eerie. Tormund ignored them both, not caring to please or speak to either of them. His pale grey orbs only looked to Farantís form. The male had always looked up to his leader, the power and confidence that came from him. It was an honor just to have trained under him. Tormund dipped his front limb and pushed his neck down easily into a submissive bow to the other male. Silently he took a seat a few feet away from the other two, waiting to see who else would come and what the plan was from here.


**Tormund**Brute**Minion of Farantís** Adult**Violet**


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