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.


h e a r t . t h r o b

you don't have to love me . . . you don't even have to like me . . . but you WILL respect me

Kirastasia smiled luminously, beautifully, her entire façade transformed by the joy radiating from her already lovely features—because inside she raged a turbulent twisting mess, her previous airy high cruelly crushed by the merciless hammer of reality. The only way to maintain sanity was, of course, to pretend that absolutely nothing was wrong. She did not feel upset that Kahlan had spoken with such thoughtless insensitivity at the pack meeting; she did not give two SHITS about Kah whatsoever, as a matter of fact. Nope. No shits here. As far as the ex-healer was concerned, the snowbird had recovered flawlessly from . . . whatever bizarre relationship they’d shared, and she looked forward to ignoring her existence for the remainder of her time in Munashii. Milo wouldn’t have a problem with that, right? Kira had never been a particularly involved pack member in any territory she resided in; she had no idea what this new queen would expect of her.

Not that it mattered, in the long run. The punkette always did what she pleased.

Restless—but happy! SO happy!—the ivory goddess charged out of Munashii Gekko into the free lands. She’d caught Milo’s tantalizing scent weaving out of the border, and decided she might as well follow. The little queen had easily endeared herself to Kershov’s daughter; Kirastasia adored the grey-and-white Monarch the way she’d feel attachment to a new pet. Milo unknowingly led her admirer toward Staircase Falls—a romantic spot of Kira ever saw one. She immediately spotted her Alphess frolicking in the current, already wet past her abdomen.

Grin now curved with a definite arc of appreciation, Kirastasia situated herself on a ledge overlooking the rest of the falls, cushioned on a bed of moss fed by the river’s mist. “Enjoying yourself, Queenie?” the she-wolf called down.

why? 'cause I'm the boss!

【Heiress of Malignant – pining for Kahlan – daughter of Kershov x Queens – sister to Kavik – LSVK】


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