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.

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and i need you to see the worst part of me [Khaleesi]
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Everything had definitely changed since the brute had since left and arrived. Before he'd left he had enough time to let a broken rib heal and in doing so, a pretty little fae had helped him heal it. Now, in search of that same fae, here he was at Fir Chillis. It wasn't the same place they had met before, but he couldn't find the other place. The lake it was; it was hard to navigate now. Between the pain of his face and the changes in which he wasn't used to in any shape or form because of being gone for so long, he was highly disoriented and so in being here; he decided it was best to wait for her to come along. Every now and then, his wound along his face would open up, cause blood to seep into his maw that stayed open as the upper lip had been torn off of his face, leaving fangs exposed. But the wound didn't stop there; instead it moved up his face, closer to and around his optic on his left side, the same side of the pearly white teeth showing. The scarring continued down his maw as well, some on his neck and now, as he had gone untreated for quite some time, it seemed as if infection was setting in closer to his left eye where some of the wound was, starting to make him go blind in that eye; leaving him at a huge disadvantage on that side of him. It partly scared him, made him want to put himself out of his own misery. Who would want a half blind wolf anyhow? thoughts of different things raced through his head, mostly how useless he would be. Eventually, he would learn to cope. Learn to live his life again. Learn to do everything again. It would take time but he would do it, sighing at the thought of relearning everything that he could do with his maw before the attack. It wasn't fair. Hackles raised at the thought but it was no use, he didn't fight back then and definitely couldn't now. A snarl escaped his vocals now, ripping through the air as he continued on through the dense forest.

But on this day he found himself stepping carefully though the dense forest of Fir Chilis, hating that he couldn't see out of one eye and that every so often, if he opened his maw too wide or talked to much, the wound among his entire face would reopen and blood would poor into his maw and drip down, making the fur around his maw and down towards his nape crusted with blood most of the time because he couldn't comfortably open his maw to clean it off his fur. This also made hunting hard for the mexican brute as he couldn't really open his maw wide enough to kill anything. It was a real problem. So now he was looking for the same healer he'd happened across back when he first got to Blossom, when he had broken his rib. He stopped midway through Fir Chilis and sat, auds swiveled this way and that listening to the noises around him and his one good eye looking around him as best as he could. Curling his plume close to him and letting his paws take a break as he waited to see if the same healer would show, was her name Khaleesi? Yes! He would wait to see if she would show sometime soon. Crowe let his bodice relax some, it was nice to be back. As he sat he remembered everything that happened when he was gone.

His pillars had carried him to his homeland after weeks and weeks of travel, wanting to go home, wanting to see his family. Everyone he missed, he was actually happy for once, happy to finally be back. But as he arrived, he sensed something had changed completely. The smell was different, it smelled like it had gone. . . sour. Like the energy was different. This was where he'd slowed down. Slowed to hunker down and crawl towards his old home, plume off the ground and tucked between his back legs, audits back. When he arrived, all heads turned towards him instantly. Everything had changed. The wolves were very angry, very hostile towards him. It wasn't long before they were circling around him, cornering him. He did the usual; turned his head downward and licked his lips. Uncomfortable. Out of place. But most of all, wanting to not give off the smell of being a threat. He was no threat. This was his home. They all had tensed, ready to pounce when a snarl that could only be recognized as the one and only; beta of that pack. Also known as his brother. The others backed off and he stepped up, plume over his back and obviously showing his dominance. Except, his plume was in the position of alpha. Did he get promoted? Most likely.

Crowe stood to attention, showing no dominance and no hostile feelings. "Brother?" A loud snarl came from the others maw. "Do not call me brother, you are nothing here, Crowe" Crowe's auds flattened against his head. Afraid of what would come next, he lowered his cranium and started backing up to flee, outnumbered by too many to count. That was when it happened. His brother by blood lunged, latching onto his left lip and as his brother pulled away from Crowe and the brute pulling the other caused his lip to tear. Agonizing yelps came from the mexican varg; blood pooling out of the wound, but it didn't stop there, no. His brother came in for another attack with his talons this time Catching that side of his face. The others closed in and launched themselves towards him. The varg struggled to get from the paws and jaws of the wolves of his home land. Nothing worked until he faked passing out, but soon passed out for real. When he had awoken, they were all gone. That's when he started his journey back to blossom.


The brute definitely needed a healer. Maybe even a therapist.

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