Where once the southern border of Blossom Forest was made by Leisure Lake, the magical rearrangement of the lands has laid there instead a vast, uncrossable ocean. The shore differs as you travel along it. Tall mountainous cliffs arise on the western part and at one point, the large river that runs through Blossom Forest opens up at its tributary into a well sheltered cove. As you come more eastward, the towering peaks shorten into rocky foothills. A large section of the shore is inaccessible to most, as Uyaraut has claimed it as their own. But if you skirt around their territory, the hills disappear, swallowed up into the land until it is as flat as the eye can see. The vibrant greens dull into short and dry browns and tans, and the land dries and cracks apart until it melds into The Waste - the desert that forms Blossom Forestís easternmost border.

For those looking to hunt here, there are of course the fish within the ocean, along with crabs, seals and urchins. For on the shore, there are seagulls, herons, and ospreys.



He'd been sitting there, worrying about the pain in his ribs as he slowly breathed, feeling it subside very little every time he breathed slight breathes, it was weird. He'd never felt that pain before, his head was pointed towards the ground, trying to comprehend how that had happened. Since it hadn't before. When a female voice hit his ears, he closed his eyes for a moment. He hadn't really spent any time with others in a long while, as she'd padded towards him, he lifted his head slightly. Her scent wafting over him, smelled sweet and of other things, things he'd smelled before but never knew what they were. He lifted his head completely to look at her. No, I'm just sitting here in pain he said sarcastically after that Sorry. Just a little pain in my ribs, I guess from running here or something like that. he eyed her, looking over the femme once and then at the herbs she seemed to have with her. Sitting up from learning over, the pain was slight, making him wince some. There it is again, but maybe she knows something about this kinda stuff? he thought to himself as he sat there and waited.

Crowe was acting awfully nice for a wolf who was normally brutally honest to most everyone. He normally didn't apologize for his words. His past life made him realize being brutally honest was normally the way to go as he'd been lied to, spat on and thrown out of his little makeshift family. Nobody was in charge, it was just him and his three friends, but they'd gone and lied to his face and then started being hostile. Well to say the least he has a bit of a cold shoulder to others but normally was very odd towards females, he always thought they smelled nice. Like little angels sent from above or something along those lines. He looked at this femme in front of him, letting his pume that was just limp thump the ground some in a friendly way and then had stopped as he waited for her response.

Crowe | pack | kin | 3 years | Liberty


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