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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That damn kalak.

Morgana was never going to forgive that beautiful disaster. Harries, the stupid tease, had simply upped and vanished. And Morgana hadn’t been finished playing with him. She’d finally met someone to match her talent in seduction, someone with similar goals in life. They’d had fun, toying with each other, but had always known that eventually one of them would cut and run. She’d just thought that it would be her. How dare Harries leave her. Just who did that gorgeous bastard think he was? Morgana growled and spit at a tree, raking her claws over it in irritation. She’d done the one thing she’d always promised herself she wouldn’t: get attached. Yes, the stone cold enchantress ached for her lover. He was the only man who could keep up with her in every way. She’d had him where she wanted him: begging for her. Yet now it was her turn to beg, though she had no one to beg to. She’d tried to keep herself entertained, but no one else was up to par. Men, she decided, were lowly idiots who should feel blessed if she even graced them with her presence.

The kalik seductress stalked around her kingdom (which, as far as she was concerned, was all of Blossom Forest), looking for someone, anyone to provide some entertain her. Morgana’s standards were high and she wouldn’t even get out of bed for the garbage she’d seen so far. Why must others be so utterly boring? Was it really too much to ask for some drama? Nowadays, everyone seemed to have a stick up their ass when it came to etiquette and rules. It made for a very boring life, Morgana could tell them that. She scoffed when she thought of her days as one of them. Life was so much more fun when one gave in to its vices. It was such a freeing existence.

The sickly sweet scent of flowers drifted on the breeze. Blossom Field was close at hand. Though Mor was certainly not one for flowers, she did enjoy the duality of the field, like the two sides of a person. There was quite the ruckus up ahead, the kalik noted, as she approached. Someone was throwing a temper tantrum by the sounds of it. “Oh my KIIIIIING. How HAAAAANDSOME you look today!” A nasally voice, clearly not the owner’s own, cut through the quiet din of the forest. Morgana approached it, hearing a branch snap between someone’s jaws. The ivory princess came into her sights and Morgana marveled at her unique markings. Now there was a beauty. “Stupid, idiots, worthless pile of dung.”

“Well now, I hope you don’t mean me.” The seductress smirked, nearing the angry girl. She knew full well what she meant, but it was less fun that way.


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