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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t ò m a shomeless ,, child of delaria

The thick trunks of the spindly trees stretched before a pair of stormy colored eyes. Their leaves had fallen to the ground, that was obvious. The ground was covered in a thick frost, which was then overlayed by a layer of white crisp snow. The ivory susbstance was new to this male. It was bone chilling, he was used to the heat. He didn't know what this cold.. whatever it was.. was. The Mexican boy let his appendages stretch before him, bringing his smaller body towards a large trunk. There was the ivory coldness everywhere, he felt like he couldn't escape it. "¿Que?" he muttered to himself, huffing a bit. His toes felt frozen to the ground. "¿Qué es esto?"

The multi-hued señor shook or his paws from the freezing temperatures. The boy let his rump slide down to the earth, the cold surging through his body. For a moment, he was cold. Then he thought of something. If he were to lap at this stuff, would it quench his thirst? The scratchiness of his throats was really starting to bother him. His cranium slowly leaned to the ground, his salmon coloured tongue licking at the frozen ice. He let his eyes slide shut and he took a moment to swallow. he could feel the ice sliding down his throat and into his stomach. It felt great after a month of traveling.

The boy took a silent moment to catch his breath and take inventory of his surroundings. He couldn't tell where he was, all he knew is that he had to keep going otherwise they would catch up to him. His "friends." The lying, cheating, disgusting boys who he had once called his brothers. They cheated him out of his previous love, his life. His parents. His lips began to raise in a small growl. Suddenly, the rustling from the bushes a little bit away freaked him out. He jumped to his feet, his stormy eyes glaringly into the darkness. "¿De quién?" he called out, his mind racing along with his heart. He then realised that maybe not all the wolves here spoke his language. "Who there?" he tried the English on his tongue, hating it.

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