Glaesfaet Sceawere is the name gifted to the mother river that flows through the center of Blossom Forest, bringing life and sustenance to all of the lands. It breaks off in many places, giving birth to smaller streams and estuaries, but the main body flows from the lake high in the north in Dierne Hrof all the way south down through Uyaraut to empty into the ocean. It is a fresh water river, but down through Uyaraut, the salt water does taint it. In places, parts of the river are underground and run through caverns unseen from aboveground.

Water buffalo grace these shores - with plenty of meat, though at a dangerous cost. Many river trout leap upstream daily.

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Snowflake, snowflake, snowflake, movement. Snowflakes and movement. Snowflakes and a stranger. Was this stranger dangerous? Because if he was, that was bad, because she doesn't know anything about him. She backed up further into the den her mother had told her to wait at, snowy white muzzle aimed in his direction as he spoke. "My momma left me alone to go and find food. I don't LIKE to be alone, mister! I wish she was here, promise!"

It was hard to be on your own, much too lonely for the young girl. She'd prefer to be curled up with her mother, or maybe having some friends to play with. She'd be nice and comfy when her mother came back, hopefully with something nice and tasty. "Why are YOU alone? Or are you lonely just like me?" Her voice is young and innocent, curious and not the least bit accusatory. Sweet and innocent, yet wanting to grow up to be a brave and just warrior. "Momma says strangers are dangerous..." Didn't she say something about shadows and demons? "But you don't look dangerous to me!" She tilts her head cutely, looking out at him. Maybe he was normal just like her? She smiles gently, unaware he couldn't see it. "Do you want to come in? It must be cold out there!"

Her mercurial silver eyes gaze earnestly up into his eyes, her tail curled at her sides as she is nestled comfortably in the nesting material that her mother had placed all around in the den. She was somewhat warm and cozy, but she would be even warmer if she had someone to snuggle up to. He might be cold as he stood just outside the den, where the wind and snow were surely wreathing and skittering down on him. He was so close but so far away, and she didn't want him to freeze.

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