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 else—except 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 mire—or 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 Mor’s 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.

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Electricity. That's what went through her body when the other ess touched her; when the other ess brushed against her or even just the slightest bit of touch. Something she hadn't felt before. Something oh so completely new to her and she didn't know how to react. So she reacted in the way she knew how to; being kind and sweet and playful. Those were what she knew. Sure she'd had brutes or femme fatals confess their love but she'd been taught that love made her weak in the eyes of the pack and that's not what she wanted. She wanted that even less. She wanted to be proud of her little family she had been growing, she wanted them to be proud of her.

Seemingly though when Kirastasia talked, when she spoke, it sent shivers down her spine and made her stomach feel weird again, that tingling feeling. Milo could only just stifle a nod. For now at least. Her stormy pools met Kirastasia's maple ones; her own pools gleaming as she looked at Kirastasia. She truly was beautiful. The bicurious lass couldn't really explain anything in this moment but that she felt a true connection with another wolf, and it wasn't just that she was falling for Kirastasia; even if Kira never felt the same way back, she still felt a bond with her like no other.

It was then that she was able to finally speak; I would describe this feeling as something much more than just. . . she racked her mind to find the right word. how friends would feel. It's more than that. she knew the feeling that she felt towards friends, like she cared for them but they didn't really do anything for her. It definitely confused her more than anything. In all her life, nothing like this had ever happened.

But when Kirastasia spoke again and moved her forepaw to rest on Milo's chest; a grin graced her grey maw like a child who just got given their favorite toy. Her head bobbed up and down as she nodded towards Kirastasia. It's there and here Milo moved her own paw to rest against Kirastasia's stomach, looking into her beautiful maple pools.

M I L O
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