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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The arctic lasses pelt had gotten completely covered in pollen and flowers by the time she had collapsed in the field; panting as she had. But it wasn't long before her ears were perking at the swishing of flowers and soon a voice was connected with those flowers swishing. When she looked up, there was another white wolf, just like her. Except this one was way bigger than her; and his muzzle looked beat up and looked like he had seen better days. Lost in her own little world she'd forgotten to even acknowledge him other than looking him over; he was huge compared to her. Ears going flat against her head as if she wasn't sure what this brute would do.

When the blue-grey eyed lass did come down from being in her own world, she perked her ears; rolling over onto her back in a silly way. You certainly aren't intruding, I go by Milo and I'm pretty new as well Kershov she laughed as she looked up at him from her stance on her stance on her back on the ground, Plume swaying cheerfully and her tongue lolling to the side of her mouth. Sorry I didn't respond first off, was off in my own little world she seemed to do that a lot, go into her own little world where she could be happy as long as she wanted. Her eyes stayed on Kershov, her bodice not moving other than her plume that swayed in happiness.

As the lady waited for a response, she let herself think about the past few weeks and to see if the name Kershov had been among those thoughts or if she had heard anything. She hadn't. Or at least she thought she hadn't. What she wasn't aware of was that this brute was a newfound king, just like she was a newfound queen. And maybe there was a alliance somewhere brewing in this meeting later down the line. A friendship as well maybe. A friendship between the two of them and an alliance between the two of the packs they ruled. Milo sure wouldn't mind having friends or an alliance with a powerful brute such as Kershov.

M I L O


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