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.


Kori's Beginning (Part 2)

As the sun began to rise, Kori could feel the morning dew fill her lungs with each deep breath. Slowly, she began to open her eyes to find herself in the middle of a wooded forest. The trees were tall but thin and barren of leaves. As she stretched herself out and stood up, she felt the cold hard ground beneath her paws as the leaves crunched beneath her. Still cold. Not far enough South, she thought to herself.

Stepping out from the alcove, she instinctively looked around. No one in sight. Good. She thought to herself. Off in the distance, she could hear the babbling of a small creek. Casually, she started making her way towards it.

The water was crystal clear and refreshingly crisp– obviously the result of the melting glaciers further North. As Kori drank from it, she greedily began dipping her muzzle and paws in it was well. As she did, she could feel the blood from the previous day’s events wash away. The creek was refreshing in the sense that it was giving her a new start as well.

Kori continued to travel alongside the creek for several days. The longer she continued though, the wider the creek became until it eventually was a river. Additionally, the longer she continued, the more prosperous the land got. The dead brown landscape slowly greened. The trees grew taller and became more full-bodied. The grasses grew taller and the ground softer. It was still winter, but it was a much more bearable winter than the ones she was used to.

The more she traveled though, the more paranoid she got too. The smallest of sounds set her nerves on edge; only able to relax once she realized it was a small rabbit or other sort of prey. She would circle herself, staying in the same area for upwards of two days just to make sure that no one from Cassius’ pack was following her. Once again though, she knew their stark white coats would be easy to spot against the rich lands.

One afternoon, Kori decided to take a small nap in the shade of a nearby tree. She had traveled late the previous night and woke up out of paranoia way too early that morning. But like all the other times she closed her eyes, the scenes of what she had done replayed in her head on a loop.

After tossing and turning for a sufficient amount of time, she decided that she was not getting her nap after all. She stood up and lazily stretched out. As she drank from the river, a crack of a twig caught her attention. Her muscles immediately tensed up. The weight of the sound was too heavy to be a small bit of prey. Had her old pack finally caught up with her? Leaves began rustling as whatever it was began to run. Kori spun around trying to identify where the sound was coming from. She certainly was not alone…

There have been no replies.

Post a reply:
Password To Edit Post:

Create Your Own Free Message Board or Free Forum!
Hosted By Boards2Go Copyright © 2000-2018
Our Sites: Wedding address collection  Wedding thank you wording