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 elseóexcept 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 mireóor 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 Morís 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.


In The Darkness I'll Find Stars

The flinch Olya gave when she spoke made Camille wonder if she had said something wrong. For some reason she seemed frightened by her, and Cami just couldnít understand why. Honestly, she didnít think that she looked that dangerous! Something was muttered by the other ess, her auds had pricked forward as if to try and catch the words, but there was no hope in hearing them. Cami didnít ask her to repeat what she said, in case it might offend or scare the stranger, and hoped that she would speak up louder.

All of a sudden the other ess started to raise herself up in height, if a bit slowly and unsure, but at least she didnít seemÖwell scared. Camille watched her with interest, now she could see what she looked like without cowering. Her legs were so long! Soon she turned her blue gaze back upon the otherís face, hoping she hadnít offended the girl. Her tail started to wag when lyrics were given in her direction.

Olya was her name, it was pretty Cami thought to herself. Was handmaiden another word for servent? She knew nothing of this Princess Lilith. Maybe that was the girlsí friend or companion. At the mention of Faraway Clan she guessed that was her pack. Her gaze went to the water when Olya mentioned it, but then she found herself quickly looking back to the wolfess as she finished her statement.

Her tail faltered and then stopped when the wolfess calmly stated that she could not be seen talking with the likes of her. What was that about? Cami tilted her head, in a questioning manner, as her gaze still stayed on Olya. Perhaps if she had been rude about saying it, Camille might have flinched in shock or out of hurt feelings, but the lass hadnít seemed exactly mean about it. Why not? She was curious as to what was stopping the maned wolf from speaking with her.

By this point, the black and ivory huntress had deemed the other of her kind delicate. Whether that was true or not was a whole different matter. Still, the idea of someone hurting her didnít sit well with her. Olya didnít seem capable of hurting a soul, so Cami couldnít possible fathom why someone would want to harm her. Of course, she had only just met her, but Camille really couldnít see this intimidated wolf being mean. Who is going to hurt you? Who is this council she speaks of? And who would hurt her for talking to Camille? Now her gaze swept around the area to make sure that it was just them.

Camille would have raised an eyebrow if possible when she said the council would find her. What was this about a council? It wasnít the first time Olya had mentioned them. Her gut told her that she wouldnít like this council that she spoke of. Maybe they came after loners she thought. Why would this council be searching for me?

She was asking the other girl questions, even though she had clearly stated that talking to her would get her in trouble. Cami didnít want to cause her problems. I would very much like to talk to you Olya. She paused to allow that to sink in before continuing on. However, I cannot force you to stay dear. Her eyes remained upon the pretty, but still strange, looking wolf to see what she would do. Hopefully she would continue to talk with her instead of taking off.

Ooc: Are any of the packs on BF a Kalak pack?


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