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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Athene stopped, her nares flaring widely as she tilted her head side to side, peering about. Something smelled… Not quite right. There of course was the smell of winter - brisk, full of pine, the threat of snow. When all the other trees died, only the pines and other like firs were left standing clothed in their needles. The air stone the inside of her nostrils. But it was worth it all. Wasn’t it? It was worth it to come out here and search for something that she knew was there. She did not know what she was searching for, she did not know where to search, only that it let her hear. But what was it…? Something has triggered a memory with her, but whatever it was, it was too quiet, to call, too small of a fragrance for her to identify consciously. And yet her subconscious had pulled her here. And who was she to deny her instincts? They had never before let her stray, and she will trust that they would not now. Whatever had caught the attention of her vomeronasal organ was important… That much she knew.

But looking about, she saw nothing of note. She could smell other wolves, yes, but that was not uncommon. Many traversed the woods between different packs, and many nomads called these forests home. Athene was about to turn around and leave when suddenly the ground quivered, sending sensations up through her pads. Her bones shook, her muscles tightened, and everything in time slowed. She turned the nape of her neck to turn to the right. It had been quite dark before, due to the branches overhead blocking out any lights that would seeped through and seek to lighten the canopies floor. But it was dark no longer - her shades shut quickly, but even through them the light was blinding. She had to look - and she opened her eyes just enough. There was a tower of light, brighter than the sun had ever been… And she could feel her mind slipping away. But the instant before she collapsed, unconscious, she tasted something familiar on her last breath. The same thing that had let her hear -

Sabelle.

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