Glaesfaet Sceawere is the name gifted to the mother river that flows through the center of Blossom Forest, bringing life and sustenance to all of the lands. It breaks off in many places, giving birth to smaller streams and estuaries, but the main body flows from the lake high in the north in Dierne Hrof all the way south down through Uyaraut to empty into the ocean. It is a fresh water river, but down through Uyaraut, the salt water does taint it. In places, parts of the river are underground and run through caverns unseen from aboveground.

Water buffalo grace these shores - with plenty of meat, though at a dangerous cost. Many river trout leap upstream daily.

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There was nothing more beautiful than the season of autumn, and Hellene found herself quite at her leisure most of the time outside of the packlands of Aurora Borealis. Though the pack was her home and it was where she was most comfortable, autumn was the one season in which she tended to stray from home for two reasons. The first reason was to search out different copses of trees. Aurora Borealis was lined mainly by conifers - needled trees that were evergreen throughout the year, and mainly unchanging. She wanted to find the leaves, and enjoy their beauty - even from day to day the palates on each tree diversified into brilliant reds, electric yellows, and smooth oranges. Hellene found it pristine and unique, and appreciated them perhaps more than more, knowing all that she did about plants and herbs. For though they were lovely, many of them - especially the red maples, became rather toxic to the herbivores that ingested them, causing a painful albeit relatively quick death. The toxins released in the dying leaves caused damage to the blood and changed something in how the red blood cells carried the oxygen... Essentially they would die from asphyxiation an hypoxemia even though there was nothing blocking their airways... And Hellene could not think of a worse way to die.

Hellene had quickly found that her favorite spot to observe the trees was - rather unfortunately - at Romance River. The sound of the river lazing its way along its course provided a white noise to help her tune out the rest of the world and soothed her into a trance-like state. The timberess could nap the day away, happily knowing that whenever she awoke, it would be to nature's artwork displayed before her eyes. Even more convenient was the presence of the river itself - Hellene was rather clumsy of a wolf, having never had any formal training in either hunting or fishing. In her childhood pack, there were healers, such as herself, and then other wolves were assigned to other tasks such as hunting, fishing, spying... Each wolf excelled in their tasks and had no rival... But would be at a complete loss when it came to any other skills. It made for wolves that were not well rounded, but their pack had thrived on that system. And so Hellene - if not hunting with a pack where she had others to direct her - either had to rely on others, or simply traveled to a river and fished. Her pack had hardly considered fish as a meal, for it was an individual feeding which was not very useful for a large pack. But it served Hellene just fine and she loved the taste of it, the slippery texture.

The other reason Hellene left her pack more often in the fall was to start to scout out herbs for her supply. In the winter months, it was hard - no, impossible! - to find any freshly grown herbs and so she had to rely on whatever supply she had stocked up on. The healer could not ever even start to predict what sort of danger the pack would get caught up in and so liked to over prepare... Not to mention the fact that dried herbs were usually much less potent than fresh herbs. Hellene's den thus was unlike most others. Vargs usually prided themselves on digging smoothly walled dens, both for cleanliness and for safety of themselves, their mates, and their pups. But Hellene's was anything but smooth - hers was full of carefully leveled holes, meant to hold dried herbs that would hopefully last throughout the long winter months. And so each day Hellene would take a different path home and gently pluck any herbs she could find, carefully to leave some of the seeds behind, buried, so that it would regrow come spring time, and then lay it out on the rocks that she had moved in front of the entrance to her den, leaving them to dry for a week or so. Last year she had ran out, for they had been attacked... And so this time she had sworn to collect more. It was working, or at least it seemed so, for she had already needed to dig out more shelves.

This morning, she had awoken, taken note of what she was still lacking - mainly rarer plants anyway - and had traveled directly to the river, starting her day out with fishing just as the sun peaked out over the horizon, bringing the fish to the surface and easier to catch. She had snared three sunfish for herself - she had had rainbow trout the day before, and large crayfish the day before - and had eaten one, leaving two for a snack after her first nap....and likely after a second nap as well. And then she had taken to rest, contently snuggling up on the cool silt and gravel of the shore, her Amber orbs peering from under heavy lids at the beauteous trees until finally she succumbed to sleep, the bright rays of the sun warming her pelt as a blanket would, lulling her... At least until she was awoken...

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||Hellene|| ||I hold my own heart|| ||Aurora Borealis–Delta || ||Adult|| || Mother to Khaleesi, Destan ||



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