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...

Milo told her a sad tale of her past, of plagues upon plagues, of incessant suffering. But it was nothing foreign to Nzingha - perhaps it did not have the same specifics, but her entire life had been filled with loss, with pain, with loneliness. Especially now that her one true friend, Danger, was gone. Sure, she had known other wolves, but he had been her only friend. Summer had turned into a weird father, uncle combination, where she trusted him and generally listened to him, but he was not what she would ever consider her friend. There had been her other pack members too - the ones both in Spring Grounds and Munashii Gekko, but as soon as everything had fallen to shit, they had not only disappeared but not come to find her either. And Grey Wind? He ruled Abendrot now, and there was no saying as to whether or not he would kill her the next time that he saw her for her insolence and disrespect from the last time that they had met. Blood was strong, but he hardly knew her and had no reason to trust her, especially over his pack members.

Nzingha looked away, not wanting to upset herself any more than she already had, but Milo once more pulled her attention. 'If you really wanted another home, to really call your own home, you could join me in claiming a pack?' Nzingha stared at the opposing fae, dumbstruck and silent for a few moments, before exploding suddenly. "Claiming a pack? Are you stupid? Have you heard anything that I have said, anyone who I come to trust leaves me or dies! Nothing good has ever come from me being in a pack, and no pack ever lasts! And why would you want me anyway?! I just finished telling you that I don't want anything with any semblance of responsibility... I want a home but I don't want to be in a pack. But I don't want to be on my own. But I want to be safe. Damnit I don't know!" Nzingha scoffed and looked away just as a bittersweet smile came to her lips as she remembered how Summer used to scold her whenever she swore. She remembered how Danger always remained utterly silent and patient with her whenever she went on one of her fits. How warm she was with him at her side at night. How safe she felt. But was being a pack worth the pain it would bring?

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


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