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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Laugh all you want, It won't change the fact{Noshi}
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Everywhere he went, he felt as though he always messed up. That was true in Joker's case.
After the pack meeting, he had gone to his den and then had gotten out of the territory. He went to the only place where he felt he truly belonged: Blossom Fields. He smelled the flowers before he saw them. Half the field had been burned away, but that didn't stop the other side to flourish. He sat in the middle, not truly in the burnt side and not truly in the flourishing side. His heart was torn in the same way, burnt on one half, and flourishing in the other. He lay down, ears swishing this way and that, catching any sounds that might have escaped him. With a sigh, Joker falls asleep.

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