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.


A Handmaiden's Tale

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'Olya, she means no harm.'

The exhausted kalak relied on the adrenaline that rushed through her veins to keep her alert... hell just to keep her standing. But she had worked so hard and undergone such torture just so the princess could escape... she could not just let an outsider such as this strange brindled varg bring about the death of her mistress now. Lilith smiled at her and Olya whimpered, shaking her head before swivelling it back toward the stranger, her lids slanting and a soft growl rumbling in her chest. But to her exasperation, the stranger seemed unphased. No... it was was worse than that. She was smirking at Olya. She was completely at her leisure, rolling in the snow, not at all concerned with the threat of Olya. It was as if she saw directly through her facade... and now made Olya feel even smaller than any of her torturers ever had. And then, and then, called Olya a 'guard dog'. And called Lilith a 'cutie'! The nerve... the nerve of her! Lilith was a princess, a royal. She was the unique princess, the most desired of all eligible bachelorettes. She was the brightest star in the sky... yet this inferior snort had the mind to call her a cutie. It was ridiculous.

'If you don't mind me asking, love, who and what are you? We've never seen your kind before. Ah! And where are my manners. I'm Pri-...I'm Lilith. And this is my handmaiden, Olya.'

Olya shook her head and shot her nape up and backward, alarmed with how loose Lilith's lips were when it came to this stranger. And what did Lilith get in return? That this stranger was a wolf. No fucking shit she was a wolf! She had four legs, claws and teeth! Olya continued to shake her head and glared at her as this invader continued to try to explain her genetic makeup. As if it mattered... she was not a kalak, and thus could never measure up to it all.

'I need your protection.'

Another whimper shot out of her lips and Olya turned her back on the stranger and rushed to Lilith's side, her own kissers mumbling softly so that the other varg would not be able to hear her. "My lady, you should not tell her anything more! The kalaks from the other clans will certainly be searching for you and we should be keeping a low profile! As you are well aware, as all the clans are aware a snowy white kalak is a rare and unique thing indeed which is why you are so highly prized. We cannot trust that this brindled... thing will not sell you to the highest bidder! Besides... it is my job to keep you safe. And so far that has worked out just fine." With a glare, she turned about and raised her lips the slightest bit. She was not a fighter or a warrior, but it was her job to keep Lilith safe, no matter the consequences. 

And then the game continued... the wolf in sheep's skin... well... no... the literal wolf tried to con them into a trap, offering to lead them to a so-called safety. "We would prefer to be far away from you and whoever you plan on leading us to. My lady Lilith and I are none of your business, and I won't let you hurt her!" Olya's light soprano voice was nearly yelling now, but she fell silent with a look from Lilith. Now it had been Olya that had almost given themselves away. She had called Lilith 'lady'... and if Olya knew anything she knew that however ataxic the creature before them was no idiot. But she had been told to send Princess Lilith here if anything happened and so here they were. All they had to do now was to find some of the wolves from their own clan so that the Council could send someone to rescue them. The only way Lilith would be safe now would to be betrothed to another of the Faraway blood. She gritted her teeth and tilted her cranium. "Listen, if you are going to help us... we need to find someone. Do you know an Akuji? Caspian? Tiresias? We would even settle for a Katia, Shae, Eriel... do you know any from their bloodline? They resided in a pack called Cold Summers. That is here, isn't it?"

.:. I was a gift my my mistress .:. And though she treats me well .:. It's impossible to forget I'm a slave .:.
||Olya|| ||Handmaiden Loyal to Lillith|| || No heart || || No Pack || Slave ||


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