Fir Chilis is the name given to the dense string of forested land that fills much of Blossom Forest. There are two different populations, depending on where in the land you are. To the north lays the deciduous forest, full of maples, oaks, birches, and beeches. To the south lay a coniferous forest full of pines and firs. No matter where you are, the trees shelter you from the sun and the rain and the snow. Take care not to get lost in the woods however - you may never find your way out. There are other dangerous here too - predators waiting for their own prey. While the land is prosperous they do not pose too much of a threat, but whenever famine or drought hits, they will attack anything... even other Putnar.

Those looking to hunt will find the forests well stocked - there are white-tailed deer, turkeys, red squirrels, chipmunks, mermots, and moose.


Small but fiery

☠Ná praiseach le mac tíre, mar ní léiríonn a fiacla trócaire☠

The land seemed to change before her eyes. The short female’s tail went ridged and her ears pinned back. Something wasn't right about this change. She’d gotten lost from her brother and her sister. Though there was a silent secret she was holding about those two that she desperately wanted to share, but how could she share it? It would destroy them. It would destroy her. This secret kept her on edge and now this change in scenery wasn't really helping to relieve some of this stress. Gently her black paws started to move again, she couldn't rely on her nose simply because it was underdeveloped like the rest of her. Thanks to her father breaking her in more ways than one, many of which ways made it so she'd barely be able to grow let alone possibly never having pups. Not that she needed anymore to worry about.

Sighing she lifted her ears and tail and continued to walk. That was until something started calling Come out, come out, wherever you are! The sing song voice echoed near her and she scoffed. ’Yeah right you crazy lady, like anyone would come out to that!’ The small fae thought as she looked for a place to hide herself. Gently she tucked herself between a tree and it's roots.

☠Is mac tíre mé i ngaileoga milis, is féidir liom triail a bhaint astu?☠

♛ Loyal to Razboinic ♛ Mated to her fated Past ♛ Destined for a strong pack ♛

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