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.


you cant take me

And I plan to be...

Nzingha had made herself a wonderful plan to get Danger back – to bribe the Ice King with the corpse of a coyote, killed herself. It had nearly killed her, for they were scrappy. But she had been persistent in her attacks, advancing whenever she had an opportunity to do so, wearing the coyote down with small, well planned attacks instead of large, direct ones. The coyote had not expected her fighting style, which had led to her victory, but only marginally. Nzingha’s own flesh hung looser in several places, characterized by dried blood and the early formation of pale sinew stretching across the broken flesh. In truth, she looked entirely ragged and worn out. But it had all been worth it… or so she thought.

Her plan had been to tempt Ice King with the gift, and receive in return Danger back. But when she arrived in Abendrot, at the king’s abode, she found that Grey Wind – not Kershov – was in charge. Exasperated and utterly without any other idea as to how to get Danger back, she had left Abendrot and began to wander about instead – looking, hoping, for anything that would set her back on her correct path. But there was no hope of that, it seemed. She could not remember the way that she had gone, and when finally she had stumbled upon the place where they had taken him, she found that weather had wiped free all shreds of evidence as to where they had gone.

Now, she stumbled around, moping as it were, without any real sense of purpose as to where she was going. She had no home… not anymore. She had flitted about from pack to pack since she was a pup, and it was a wonder that she had not yet lived in all of the packs at this rate. For she had been born in Moondown, a child of a dying femme and a rapist father who truly did love her mother in his own twisted way. She had been raised there and taught to love one wolf and one wolf only – her guardian, Shae… but Shae was dead now, too, wasn’t she? But from there she had been brought to her uncle, who had quickly turned into her father, and for a time she was happy in Bright Moon – they both had been. Until bears and a lack of pack members had forced them from their home… and toward Munashii Gekko. But the Alphas there had eventually abandoned them. Nzingha remembered a time when she had thought that there were too many wolves in this place… but no longer. Where once the free lands had been filled and seemingly crowded, now instead there were long stretches of time in which she could walk without seeing anyone. Not that she particularly wanted to… but it was the thought that mattered. All that mattered to her now was to rest. Without a pack to call home, she had no den. No safe haven… and so she decided that the best place to sleep would be in an open field – Blossom Field specifically. There, she would be able to at least hear anyone coming… at least if she slept on the dead half of it.

But instead when she arrived, she found a wolfess there already, a femme sitting alone in the healthy flowers and grasses, far from the wretched half that Nzingha had sought to place herself in. And now she had a choice to make – to actually talk to this varg, or to turn and find a new place to lay her head. Hesitantly, she walked forward as she watched the wolf rise and then fall into a play bow, not facing her – not having any clue that she was there. Her tongue hung loosely and Nzingha found herself nearly ready to laugh – something she had not done since Danger’s kidnapping. “Do… do you make a habit out of playing by yourself?

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the last one standing
|| Warrioress||Teen of Lady and Zorion Summer|| No Mate || No Kin || Munashii Gekko ||


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