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

Something was asking it questions, telling it to be alright and to get up. Yet the wolf didn’t want to get up. It wanted to die. Couldn’t this creature see that it had given up on everything that was worthy of it living? This creature was a monster, both mentally and physically. Shouldn’t wolves be able to smell that sort of thing? Couldn’t the sweet melodic voice tell that it would wake up and kill her if it really had the strength. Finally it groaned and opened its eyes. Blinking a few times to take in the sight of the femme before it. Her face was a beautiful onyx with a contrasting ivory bodice. It sighed. “I suggest you run before something bad happens to you. I can’t control myself anymore. I don’t want to hurt anyone anymore.”

It sighed and felt the femme inside of itself clawing to get out, to rip this femme to pieces. How dare it think it can touch my precious body! It heard the femme screech inside of it’s head and the creature cringed. Finally, it stood, pushing is thick muscular build off the ground and on it’s long legs it swayed slightly before steadying itself. The black and white coat of the beast had more patterns than hers, but it was still ‘plain’ and yet exotic to look at. “Why are you still here I told you to run.” It grunted out in pain as its insides started to tighten. It needed food if it was going to last any longer, but it also knew that it would only prolong it’s death. ‘Might as well suffer hungry then suffer full, because being full isn’t really suffering…’ It thought before it collasped again, this time falling on the Femme. It hoped she might move before it actually landed on her.

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


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