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.


I'm not a princess, oh no, don't you know?

Being alone was something she was used to, maybe to the point that companionship was foreign to her. She was used to wandering from place to place like a ghost, never knowing where she might lay her head when it came time to rest. Her cobalt eyes are mysterious when she looks into his, her bright cinnamon coat dulled to a grayish russet hue with the ashes. Her life seemed to eerily mirror this place, and maybe that's why she covers herself in it's remains. With nothing but ash and soot, the moon's gentle glow and this stranger. She did not know if others could handle her or if she could even handle others, surely the way that she thinks is so very different than most. How funny would it be if her mother knew that her name would come to fit her daughter perfectly, with how many times she has to rise back up from her own ashes.

"Everyone follows their own path. Sometimes we don't know what it is or means until we're too far to back down and try a different road." Those mysterious cobalt blues look deep into his own gaze at this, flickers of different emotions showing from time to time at the memories of the road she herself has travelled. Maybe he might miss those sparks and flashes, or maybe he would notice, it wouldn't make much of a difference either way. "Just as nobody will have the same experiences and trials." Nobody reacts to traumas the same, nobody reacts to pressure the same, and nobody shared the exact same feelings as each other. Today was a strange one for her, though she wasn't entirely certain that it didn't hold any sort of meaning. "I haven't had a home for many years now." She watches as he moves closer to her as they continue to speak, choosing to take a seat close enough to her for ease of the talk, raising soot to stir and tangle in his own coat.

"I think I'd call it more by circumstance than by choice. The place I was born into- I decided that I didn't share the same views as they did." There was always conflict and things she had to do that she didn't want, where she had begun to feel less and less like herself every day and more like a puppet that they wanted her to be. She had decided to leave on the day she neared her breaking point, leaving behind everything that she was and knew to wipe the slate clean. Cobalt eyes drop to her paws again for a few moments, remembering how hard it had been to make that decision. To feel herself again, and to rise from her metaphorical ashes. "As for seeking refuge...I don't know. It's a lot less safe to be on your own like this, I know, but I have grown so accustomed to it...I'm not really sure that I could fit in anywhere. I'd be more akin to that stray you dragged home out of pity than a functioning family member. I wouldn't expect anyone to put up with me or even know how well I'd acclimate at this point." She was saying maybe a little too much, giving her tongue to her insecurities. All she knew was herself, and how to survive on her own.


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