When solid ground grows soft with emerald moss and rivulets of black mud, and coffee-colored water pours slowly around the trunks of densely carpeted trees, this marks the beginning of Laod Mor: the swamp of Blossom Forest. Time itself seems to slow to a soporific crawl . . . the humid jungle air grows stagnant, thick with the scent of rich flooded earth and an abundance of green things that can be found nowhere else—except perhaps Caidir Olc. In some areas of the swamp, water rises so high the only way to cross it is to crawl across fallen logs or massive roots arching from their liquid beds; in other places a wolf might wade easily through the mire—or find a fortunate stretch of mostly dry earth. Pieces of the great river, Glaesfaet Sceawere, also slice through from time to time: small falls that feed into surprisingly clear pools, only to terminate into tar-like pits. Of course, Laod Mor’s beauty shines brightest at night. Here, fireflies gather at all times of the year . . . suffusing the shadowy place with millions of twinkling lights.

Those looking to hunt here of course find a myriad of water prey, including caiman, turtles, fish, crayfish, otters, and toads.

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Grey paws carried the small bodice all the way to the falls, stopping at the edge of the water. Dipping her cranium to the water just close enough so her muzzle was within distance for her tongue to lap water into her mouth. Ears laid back but still listening to her surroundings. The newfound alphess wanted to stay on her own grounds, frolic in her own territory and get to know her packmates that were loyal to her; she wanted to show them she was just as loyal and willing to protect and lead them. There had been others she had talked to that she thought were willing to follow her in a pack; but they hadn't shown up. Nonetheless, she had a small growing pack. To start off with they all seemed very fit to protect their territory should someone trespass. And they would either drive them out or wait til she got back.

Regardless, she was here at the falls now and her fur itched for her to play in the water, after checking her surroundings once more; looking around and listening for anything. Milo put one paw in front of the other, her pillars carrying her into the water where she splashed around. Jumping and moving as much as she could, her whole underside of her pelt getting wet as she bounced around in the water; splashing it around everywhere she could. Her plume high in the air, swaying in a playful manner as it was; showing how excited and happy she was. But she was always like that. The small vixen was always happy and always giddy doing whatever she was doing. Off in her own little world but still aware of her surroundings.

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