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.


I Am Your Butterfly OPEN

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I Am Your Butterfly

Her heart beat like a drum in her audits as she began to stumble through the unknown. Her home was destroyed and she knew nothing as to where they were going, the packs, their traditions. She was lost. Her companion and maiden Olya was nowhere in sight and she felt her heart sinking as panic took over her. She was the last heir to the throne and the last of her bloodline. She needed to be protected at all times. After all, that's why she was sent away, wasn't it? She wasn't safe. There were wolves who wanted her dead. But now she was alone and defenseless.

The white princess found her way into the frozen meadows, her plume pinned high as she tried to keep a cool head. Maybe if she stayed in one spot she'd be found by Olya. She sat in the snow, her untraditional kalak pelt seemed unnatural to most but her kind. She was seen as royal. Perfect. Unflawed. A diamond. Her pelt helped her blend in for the most part with the snow. Her solid black orbs gave her a look most demonic. Her legs though long, weren't as long as normal wolves. She was smaller than most maned wolves. Frail looking to some even.

She put on a brave face, the bravest one could at a moment of terror. She was lost and alone in the silence of winter. What was she to do? Calling out could surely get her killed if heard by the wrong ears. She sighed, her breath a cloud in the air. The Princess laid down in the snow, curling up in a small ball as she kept as still as possible, shivering in the cold air as she awaited help. She dozed off not long after into a slumber.

"I need your protection."

Be My Samurai

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