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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As the words spilled from the dragga who was currently carrying her to what she would assume would be where his pack is now located. But his muffled and slurred words sent a chill down her spine; whether it was just the fact that his words were against her scruff or whether they really did send a chill down her spine; she wasn't sure. Now as the ground continued to erupt around them and certain obstacles came up, the white petite queen couldn't help but relax as she was held above the ground, sure her body curled into itself so as not to hit any obstacles with her rear end. And then the white dragga skidded to a stop, her body swinging in below him as he did, causing her to yelp just slightly, her stormy pools squeezing shut to brace herself for the fall; but it didn't come. At least not at that moment. She had no reason to believe that this brute would not drop her; but she still believed it. She believed he would not drop her, at least anytime soon.

It was then that a low growl escaped the ivory kings throat and he started walking along the edge, Milo looking down at the roaring river as if it could swallow them at any point in time..

And then he stumbled. They rolled down the bank, both their pelts becoming dirt filled and causing Milo to struggle to try and stop the stumbling, fumbling to put her paws to the ground and try to dig in; with no avail considering she couldn't get a good footing at all. Crashing into the river the next thing Milo knew was her scruff had no pressure on it now and she was under the water; kicking her limbs and trying to come up for air. When the snowy queen finally did, she kicked her grey limbs even harder as she heard the snowy brute call her name as loud as he could. She tried to push against the current. Kershov! I'm here! The petite ess kicked and moved her columns as much as she could, bobbing above the running rivers current. Headed in the direction of Kershov's voice.

Hopefully this would be over soon and they would be out of the river and he would resume carrying her because it was sure after this; her limbs would shake and she would have no energy after trying to get back to him

M I L O



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