When solid ground grows soft with emerald moss and rivulets of black mud, and coffee-colored water pours slowly around the trunks of densely carpeted trees, this marks the beginning of Laod Mor: the swamp of Blossom Forest. Time itself seems to slow to a soporific crawl . . . the humid jungle air grows stagnant, thick with the scent of rich flooded earth and an abundance of green things that can be found nowhere else—except perhaps Caidir Olc. In some areas of the swamp, water rises so high the only way to cross it is to crawl across fallen logs or massive roots arching from their liquid beds; in other places a wolf might wade easily through the mire—or find a fortunate stretch of mostly dry earth. Pieces of the great river, Glaesfaet Sceawere, also slice through from time to time: small falls that feed into surprisingly clear pools, only to terminate into tar-like pits. Of course, Laod Mor’s beauty shines brightest at night. Here, fireflies gather at all times of the year . . . suffusing the shadowy place with millions of twinkling lights.

Those looking to hunt here of course find a myriad of water prey, including caiman, turtles, fish, crayfish, otters, and toads.

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It wasn't often that she wandered far from home, but today looked like it was ripe with many surprises. There was a cold chill that seemed to hang ominously in the air, but seeing as she was used to such things at home she didn't really notice as much as others might have. She was the princess of a land filled to the brim with vampires, it was something that had hardened her muscles and made her smart to all forms of life. Moss was soft beneath the pads of her paws, all around her was thick and sticky mud. It was almost as if she hadn't left home at all, this kind of thing was so familiar to her. While she was out and about beyond the reaches of her home, she may as well see what kind of plants this place may have that home does not.

Eventually she noticed herself moving along as if on instinct, her surroundings all blurring and bleeding together. Maybe she was caught up in a fierce bout of wanderlust, or maybe the fact that this wasn't her home was propelling her to see just how far she could get. She began to slow her desperate burst of speed after a while, the scent of another filling her nose. Bare trees rose around her like naked giants, their barren branches like the ribs of some great skeletal creature. It was like a graveyard to some unknown giants, ones that died long and before she had ever taken her first breath as a pup. But unlike the skeletal remains of a wolf or deer, these would spring back to life after a season of slumber. Following the scent trail she found the trees thinning out, and before her lay a river.

Looking around her for any and all traces of medicinal herbs, she saw nothing but sparse patches of bush and frost-bitten leaves. There were no herbs to hunt or to gather, all she had was the small collection she had kept safe in the back of her den. She was curious about the art of healing, but it was not something that held her full interest. Her vivid green eyes settled on a form drinking from the water, someone that she did not recognize. As she came to a full stop Holly tilted her head the slightest degree, watching the strange female for a short while. She came from the land of swamp and vampires and she knew her scent was mired with them, and she knew that most of the other wolves would prefer to be rid of them completely.

She could not help the fact that she was the mortal heiress surrounded by vampiric brethren, neither did such a family bother her. She loved her family as if they were the ones she had been born into, because they were the ones who raised her and that she had grown up with. Slowly slipping forward towards the strange female like a living shadow, Holly's mind was on her family and the fact that they needed sustenance for the coming season. Slowing her habitually stealthy movements when she is less of a distance away, Holly stops once more and tilts her head again as she inspects the other female. "You look lonely."

There had to be a way to draw this stranger home, if she was lucky she wouldn't see through Holly's ruse. in preperation of the other female turning to face her as she was broken from her thoughts by the greeting she had given, Holly's facial features softened into slightly worried and gentle from analytical. Her vivid green eyes would sheen over slightly with faux empathy, despite the fact that it wasn't completely fake. She would feel sorry for what might happen to this stranger if she was successful in luring her home, but there was no turning back now. "Do you come out here often? It's prettier in the springtime."

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