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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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It’s never the right time…

It was odd that in this life so many things could wrong and yet none of it be known. For it was in the case of the young espresso painted snowflake that her whole life had essentially been overturned and thrown into shambles, but the irony laid within the fact she knew none of this. She didn’t know that a stranger, a violet creature of destruction had tore through her home and killed all that she had ever known. Her brother’s body lay tattered and in shreds underneath the crumpled den. Her mother’s body was in even worse condition; eviscerated and unrecognizable from the damage dealt to her in the fight. And the worst part was that no one knew, or would ever know. Living as a loner was dangerous, every wolf instinctually knew that, though many chose to live as such anyways. And many did just fine on their own, some had mates and children, but there were those who did not have luck fall so easily in their favor. That was true in the case of Felicity’s family. Their luck had run out, not that there had been much to begin with.

Felicity was proof of this.

No child had been born as sick as she. Her petite body had been wracked and poisoned with sickness from the first breath that she inhaled. Her mother had done all that she could to keep her alive and out of the grips of death, and there had been many times that the babe could remember seeing a white light. A gentle cooing had called to her; it spoke of the soft comforts beyond, how her mother wouldn’t worry about her any longer, and her brother wouldn’t either. Felicity had contemplated this light, she had wandered closer and closer with each time, but somehow she always pulled back into the real world. She always chose to keep living. That was the one thing she had going for her – the will to live. More than anything she wanted to live and be happy. She wanted to live a life so opposed to the one that had been dealt to her. And this was her chance. Death had given her a chance to become free. Felicity had a sort of invincibility complex, though it wasn’t because she actively tried to be as such, but rather it was because she just assumed the best of those around her. She didn’t see the darkness of the world around her, she only saw the joyous and happy lives that existed around her. She saw the popping colors of the field and the new varg sleeping peacefully under the tree, and thought only to befriend this stranger.

Gaunt espressos watched with thoughtfulness as steely orbs flashed awake. They assessed her quickly and without a sound, until a small smile appeared on the stranger’s lips. Felicity smiled right back at him, her small pearly teeth gleaming in the sunlight. The stranger pulled his head away from her and just stood there smiling at him waiting patiently. The sound of his laughter was like a song written in the lower registers of the clef, much opposed to the high, tinkling sound that the birds made in the early mornings. I am new to this land, pup, and this seemed a nice enough spot to rest. Felicity nodded quietly, looking around and agreeing with him. It was really pretty, but how could he sleep when there was so much to see and explore? I am Raja Chandra, young one, but if you wish, you may simply call me Raja, the brute smiled at her. And how do you call yourself?

Raja? Does that mean anything mister? I know you’re not from here, you told me so yourself, but I’ve never heard a voice like yours before. She asked the question unabashed, she was only curious to know why he sounded different from her. You’re my first friend mister. And you can call me Felicity! She paused to take a breath, her throbbed slightly and the smile on her lips faltered ever so slightly. No… not now… I just wanted to have fun… She scolded herself internally, and hung her head trying to let the throbbing dull down into the steady beat that it had been before. She sat there for a moment, head hanging low before she finally picked her café painted crown back up and smiled again. Sorry about that mister. She mumbled slightly, and tried to pick her attitude back up. Would you mind if I stayed with you mister? Felicity padded towards him and tucked herself up under his forelimbs, and curled up there. If he didn’t want her he could easily just pick her up and toss her out, but Felicity, pertaining to her usual thoughts, just assumed that he wouldn’t.

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