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 just want to be Jekyll, but I'm always ******* Hyde (Nike)

Silent paws hit the ground running as it sprinted from the Caves. Not that it was trying to get away from the male it met there, more like it was just wanting to stretch, run, and find something to sink its teeth down into. The beast was slightly getting clarity back. Every once in awhile it would come out of itís crazed haze and look around for a way to off itself. It hated being a monster when it was sane. Even if it was for a brief period of time. Honestly the creature was running from itself, the memories that it had made, and worse, the pain that it had created for itself. As it ran its body ached for a rest, it had been running for a while at this point and night was beginning to fall. It wondered if this time it could actually kill itself. Its body moved and continued running, his mind searching for the best way to do it. It wanted to end the fact that it had been shaped into a murderer. For the most part it didnít bother it, it liked to feel blood dripping over itís black and white body. Finally, after running for days, Costin collapsed in the tundra wasteland. its body aching from running for this long. Not used to being so active unless it was chasing down a kill. Itís body hit the ground and it didnít even try to get up. Gently it allowed the heavy eyes to close, but it didnít sleep. It just laid there and waited to see what would happen to it.

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Puppet of Rini//Costin// 3 years//No mate//No pack//


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