Glaesfaet Sceawere is the name gifted to the mother river that flows through the center of Blossom Forest, bringing life and sustenance to all of the lands. It breaks off in many places, giving birth to smaller streams and estuaries, but the main body flows from the lake high in the north in Dierne Hrof all the way south down through Uyaraut to empty into the ocean. It is a fresh water river, but down through Uyaraut, the salt water does taint it. In places, parts of the river are underground and run through caverns unseen from aboveground.

Water buffalo grace these shores - with plenty of meat, though at a dangerous cost. Many river trout leap upstream daily.


Veiled in black

Deep in a slumber, it seemed that his memories and dreams were swirled together. The old lessons while he was being groomed for heir, the expectation in everyone's eyes, the way he was taught to fight to defend his throne, the way to use his words during political meetings. He remembered the girl he had once almost been betrothed to, and the fact that he had not loved her. He remembered his friends both within and without his rather small pack, the way they had all lived in cracked black mountains together. He remembered his decision to take flight that one fateful dark night, because he did not want any of it.

Sometimes he did truly miss some of them, wishing that maybe they would descend the mountain to try and live free like he did. Ears twitching to a distant noise, he is safely pulled from such tortured dreams of what was past. Ears swiveling to try and catch more instances of the sound, he wonders if it was one of his old friends come looking for him, or maybe even more than one, before decided that was merely wishful thinking. They all had a pack to keep safe and sound, and that didn't involve chasing runaway heirs. Maybe they told stories about him, good and bad. What was more likely in his case?

Almost losing himself in these thoughts once more, he shook his head to clear it of the past. Around him there was nothing immediately different than when he had first gone to sleep, but something told him something nearby really had changed. His ears flickered though they heard no more noises, nothing to give him any sort of indicator. The air was silent save for the sounds of water moving along it's course, and the occasional splash of a fish breaking through the surface. Dark eyes scan his surroundings again to award him nothing out of place, and so a yawn parts his lips and stretches his jaws, before he stretches out his limbs as he rises to his feet. He really should get back to learning the layout of this new place, or even to find some food to sustain himself with.

Where would he go after this? Not really thinking much he lets his paws take him where they may, as he plans his best course of action. Weren't there packs around the area? They probably don't want to allow lone wolves to linger forever, and if he strays too close he might be attacked. He began to walk along the side of the stream of water, and slowly rocks became more and more prominent, one even forming a perfect drinking platform. He lowered his muzzle to take his fill of the rippling cool waters, and when he caught something out of place he lifted his dripping muzzle from the water's surface. He just had the feeling that he was no longer alone, though he didn't feel as if he was in any sort of danger, either.

Ears swivelling in case the stranger somewhere made a sound, he caught a recently fresh scent. He decided to follow along it the best he could, even though at places he wondered how long it could have possibly gone on. It seemed to lead him to a great boulder, and that is where the trail just seemed to stop cold in it's tracks. Dark sapphire eyes searched his surroundings for the stranger but could see nobody, so he lowered himself to his belly to lie down and wait. It's impossible that ghosts left behind trails of scent, right? Maybe they were just hiding from some sort of threat, or something that had managed to frighten them. "Are you okay? I won't hurt you." His voice is calm and surprisingly gentle, as he would rather soothe someone scared than to incite any sort of negative emotion. There would have once been a time where he would be in this stranger's place, as shy and sensitive to others as he is.


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