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 lyrics that the ice pelted varg had spoke had stopped, he'd fallen silent for a few seconds before speaking again. Uyaraut? she repeated the name in her head. It was new, it was so new all of a sudden. She had never heard that name, but it felt so familar to her, like it just fit Like it all just fit all of a sudden. And just as she was about to respond, tell him that she too ruled a pack, a pack called-- Wudubearo --was the new name and the petite vixen felt a shiver run through her; what was happening? What was about to happen? Would she need to run? Her eyes connected with the shape of Kershov's figure as his hackles raised and she saw his muscles start to tense. Milo being completely innocent didn't stop her from feeling uneasy, auds flattening against her head as much as they would go, big stormy pools staring at Kershov as if she was scared to look away. Which she was, she was terrified that if she looked away; everything would change. Her not looking away didn't stop it though.

When the loud noises started; Milo curled into herself, still staring at Kershov but suddenly shaking, his voice echoing just as much as the booms and bams from the erupting earth around them. The ess' auds just as flat against her cranium as ever; trying to wake up from this dream that she was obviously having. The horizon was changing as was the ground beneath them, blades of grass. Blossoms. Everything flying everywhere, the soot on the burnt side flew in the air; mixing with everything and creating a scenery that was just imaginable and would have been nice: if the ground wasn't erupting between the two of them and if the wolrd wasn't acting as if it was collapsing at their very paws. Oh please wake up from this dream; it's just a dream, you'll wake and be in a safe, warm den in Munashii-- Wudubearo-- and everything will be normal the though came to her mind frantically, her pools wide and her breath shallow, not knowing how to react or what to do

It was then she felt the snowy pelted giant clamp his fangs into her scruff; a yelp escaping her maw but nonetheless her body curled into itself. Her plume curling between her legs, pressing close to her ventrum and her hind pillars curling as close as they could, curling as small as she could. Like a pup being carried by a parent; except Milo was petite enough to be carried by such a dragga. She was half his size, she was one of the smallest in Blossom; her growth stunted at a young age due to being a runt. But that never stopped her. Except; there was no way she was escaping this ice kings grasp. Not that she wanted to because it seemed safer here than on the ground at the moment as he ran towards what she assumed to be where his pack nestled into. He's off to check on his pack and he's bringing me along!? the snow Queen couldn't move, but she sure could protest in her head. Oh this brute better not be keeping me, I have my own pack to rule! To see if they're safe!! she still couldn't move but her hackles rose, terrified still of what to come. The only thing she could do was hope Kirastasia and Kahlan were able to keep everything sane, and keep themselves safe, til she finished with Kershov; and his pack now apparently.

Stormy pools watched as everything continued to change, obsticales coming up ahead and only hoping Kershov would see them in time. where are we going? the small ess couldn't muster anything but a whimper as she was held in the giant kings grasp; safe from the ground, but unknowing as to where exactly they were going, only left to assume it was his pack they were headed towards.

M I L O


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