Many wolves looking for relaxation come to Blossom Field. A gentle breeze vibrating the blossoming flowers is quite a sight to see and it is quite a favourite for wolves to come with their mates.
A recent fire has ruined the scenery, half the field covered with soot and marked with scars of the flames. The other half is untouched, however.
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Posted on September 3, 2017 at 08:02:37 PM by Grey Wind
The large brute stirred within his den, expecting to feel the warmth of his mate as he moved between dreaming states. When he did not feel her near him he opened his yellow orbs to seek her out, but his den was empty besides himself. An annoyed growl escaped him. It seemed that Macaria had once more needs that he could not fulfill. He was still getting used to what the two had settled upon to make their relationship work, and he was not entirely happy. Grey Wind knew that there were certain aspects of Macaria’s new form that he could not satisfy, and she would need to go to others to fulfill that, but that did not mean that he had to love the idea. He was still getting used to the fact that they indeed were mates now and they were no longer playing this stupid game that they had been playing for so long, neither wanting to state the obvious feelings and attraction they had for each other. He could not blame her though, it had been mostly his fault. If he had been more honest with her she may not have reacted the way that she did. But it was was it was now, and he still loved her just the same. The large brute pushed to his paws, knowing he would not get anymore sleep tonight in his now grumpy mood. Grey Wind slept better when Macaria was around, and he wondered if the same went for her. Neither were the most affectionate wolves but they worked perfectly together now. For the most part anyways, no relationship was entirely perfect. As the male walked through the territory of his new home he realized it was still the middle of the night. He would be tired tomorrow, but it was better to be out than tossing and turning in his den. Paws carried him over the border into the freelands of Blossom, curious if there were any nighttime travelers out. All seemed well in the pack, so he knew there would be no problem with him going out to explore. As he wandered about with no particular direction in mind, he caught the fresh scent of another wolf. He was still moody about his mate, but he had not met any new vargs in a while and he was curious what another was doing out at night. The moon’s light was the thing he needed to guide his way, and he saw the ground get less and less trees as he went. There was now soot upon the earth from a recent fire that stained his paws. He could see a trail of prints from another wolf that had taken this same exact path. Yellow orbs used the moon’s light to find the stranger, a cinnamon colored female. She was alone, at a curious place at night. It was interesting to be sure. Grey Wind padded forward as she sat upon the earth, not caring about the dirt that was staining her pelt. ”What takes out and about at this hour stranger?” The male stood in a neutral stance, gauging her reaction to his sudden presence, unsure of how she would react. Picture and table credit to the wonderful Morgin <3
| GreyWind | Adult |Uyaraut| Tied to Macaria | |
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