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.


Never Forget Who You Are


The brooding male wandered through the forest, the cooler night air waking him up more from his previous sleeping state. The male was still moody after waking to find his mate gone for the evening. Thinking about her with other males, even if it was to feed her cannibalistic cravings, annoyed him. He wasn’t sure if it was something that he would ever get used to. But he couldn’t change the situation if he wanted to stay with Macaria, and he did. And so he would have to deal with it, find ways to deal with his annoyance on his own. And so he found himself wandering the new territories with the light of the moon to guide him.

Even though it was summer and hot during the day, in the middle of the night it was cool and much more bearable. Grey Wind wasn’t expecting to see other wolves out and about at this hour, most would be fast asleep in their dens. Yellow orbs examined his surroundings, the areas new and foreign to him after all the changes. As he approached the meadow where half had been burned down to ash, he was surprised to see fresh pawprints of another varg. It seemed that he was not the only night owl here. Curious as to why another was out, he decided to approach and see who it was. He saw a female maned wolf, a species that he hadn’t seen often. Grey Wind approached, asking her why she was out at such an hour. She gave him a curious answer, "I'm a travelling gypsy, I have no home to rest my head." It seemed that she was not a pack wolf, which he could confirm when there was no scent of a pack on her. It seemed that she was a loner.

The femme’s vocals continued, "Isn't it interesting, how time changes all things? What could have been today, might be gone before day's light breathes it's first." The male thought on her words. They were indeed true. If someone had asked him when he was young if he would be an ex-alpha mated to a cannibalistic female, he would have said they were crazy. But fate had seen things out for him in ways that he didn’t expect, but he also found himself to be happy. He couldn’t imagine a life without Macaria, and in that he was happy. ”I suppose you are right,” He mumbled, still annoyed about the situation with his mate. ”Life has an interesting way of unfolding.” Grey Wind padded closer, sitting down near the maned female, his own pelt getting the soot on him. It was not as obvious on his grey pelt as it was on her russet one. ”So, you have no home you said. Is that by choice? Or are you seeking refuge?”

Picture and table credit to the wonderful Morgin <3


| GreyWind | Adult |Uyaraut| Tied to Macaria | Pups | Violet


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