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.

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It seemed so very long ago that he himself had fled from the kingdom he was destined to rule over, even though it had been mere nights ago. The scent of it still lingers in his dark coat, memories of it still haunt his dreams. Some part of him ached that he had let down those who had been close to him, that he had run away and left them all to their own devices, but he knew that he could never be the leader they all expected him to be, and that his father's prints were much too large for him to fill. Despite recently coming into adulthood, he still felt as if his paws were that of a pup's drowned in his father's much larger and more regal prints. Maybe someday they will realize why he had run, and why he had needed to go down the path he had chosen. Maybe one day he will meet some of them again, and maybe that's when they could see through his eyes. In an instant he was snapped free of his own thoughts, as the stranger moved free and out from beneath the boulder.

She was not a wolf like any other he had ever laid his red-flecked eyes upon before, because she was the color of sunrise and morning. It almost served to remind him of simpler times when he was younger, gazing up as the sun rose to drive away the darknesses of the night, but this painted upon the very fur of the strange girl herself. "I am sure it is more common in some places than others. Not everyone that breathes in these lands has good intentions or a kind heart. One must never find themself at the mercy of strangers, just incase they have violence in their minds." Maybe what he speaks is strange to the girl, maybe she had lived in a place where it was far more peaceful. It is possible that such a place exists, but it would be nothing like the place he had come from. "I have spotted nobody aside from you as of lately." He hopes that this does not disappoint her so much, but there is nothing he could do if he has not spotted who she seeks. Her proclamation of being a princess catches his attention, his ears pricking forwards more as he tilts his head a slight degree.

How could she have been any sort of royalty, and not know conflict, not to have any wars with the packs surrounding her? How was any of that remotely possible? His home had been considered peaceful, but even it had been at war from time to time. Something about her innocent seeming nature drew at him to protect her, to guide her if ever she was to ask him for help. "My name is Noctis, Princess Zawyne." He leaves out his own title as eventual heir to a throne, makes no mention that he was once a prince in his own right, because he has left that destiny behind, he is making his own humbled path. He has no family left to speak for, but this girl had her sister out there somewhere. Maybe later he would go and seek this sister, to make sure the two could re-unite, that they could be safe together. Surely he would have time to help out this girl, because he had no other pressing matters to take care of. That was the best he could do, he could not offer any place to stay as he had no place to call home. They might have better luck somewhere, but he himself has not even begun to look into the packs in the area.

She reminded him of what it must be like to have a younger sibling, the way she made herself familiar in front of him. There was a crown of flowers around her ears, something that just seemed to go so well with the sunrise that had nestled amongst the fur of her coat. He had never had the privilege of ever having any siblings, older or younger, as he had been the only one borne to his parents. His red flecked eyes considered her with an almost shy kindness, a sort of curiousness that belied he has never met anyone quite like her. He wondered if maybe she was made of magic, the stuff they talk to you about in the old stories, or in the intricate bedtime fables woven to fascinate everyone as children. He didn't know enough about her to know if she was magic, not that he knew anything about magic for the most part anyways. He only knew the tales they used to sing to him when he was young, the way the older wolves would look at each other when he wasn't looking intently, the whispers shared amongst packmates. All he knew where that many believed staunchly in the old fables, of the old wise wolf whose voice rumbled like thunder, and the black and gold king that had been the first wolf said to set a paw upon the mountain they ruled.

"How did you get separated?" Had they both been running from something, maybe some sort of hungry predator? Why would they ever have left wherever they had come from? Had their peace been broken? Or had the thoughts he had conjured in his mind been false imaginings? Maybe he was just making things up to fill in the blanks? But why else would she seem to be so friendly and trusting of a stranger? Another scent washed over him in these moments, someone close enough to notice them, and he lifted his gaze to look around him. There was another stranger there, close enough that they saw each other. Could this have been someone she was running from? He made no move at all, because he shouldn't think of others as enemies before he knows the situation, he should merely stay put and watch what happens. If the stranger should show himself an enemy, then that is when he would act. He watched, not taking his eyes off this newcomer, cautious but not letting it show. The stranger could merely be going back home to a pack, or even out scouting for one.

Did this girl and her sister even have a place to go to? The stranger finally approached, the body language not showing any ill intent, and that was when he felt himself relax. This stranger meant no harm, and as such, was probably not why the girl had been hiding. Is it possible that he had somehow imagined up the whole scenario that this girl had been running from some unknown danger? Was she really in any sort of danger at all? Would she be as vibrant as she was if she was in the face of some dire threat? He really should ask after the full story, and stop making up pieces to fit the puzzle in his mind. Would she be okay on her own? Should he stay with her until her sister was found? There was the sounds of paws rushing forward, as another form seemed to fly in as if riding the trails of hurricane winds. His ears flickered backwards, and for a moment he can feel his shyness start to vibrate like waves in his veins. That was when he noticed the way the newest stranger was acting towards the young girl, and that this was a girl with a familiar coloring. Was this the sister that had been lost along the way?

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