Many wolves looking for relaxation come to Blossom Field. A gentle breeze vibrating the blossoming flowers is quite a sight to see and it is quite a favourite for wolves to come with their mates.
A recent fire has ruined the scenery, half the field covered with soot and marked with scars of the flames. The other half is untouched, however.
Setting fire to the sky IP: 74.141.235.32 Posted on November 27, 2017 at 02:34:13 PM by Soleil
Why was she feeling in a way that made her act as strangely as she was? Her ears perked as he spoke, surely speaking his name since she had asked after it. Her white tipped ears were ready to soak in any other words he might offer to speak to her, just in case this stranger decided to speak more to her than his name, or if he would decide to leave her alone after this. The snow began to collect and tangle in her fur, and it showed no real signs of stopping. "Alright, show me this shelter." She usually wouldn't trust so openly in a stranger, but loneliness and the winter apparently messed with that at least a little.
She followed after him with a curious tinge to her gait as their paws creased the valleys of snow, before eventually he seemed to lead the both of them to what seemed like a cozy den. She shook some of those frozen flakes from her sunlight and white coat in order to not get them all over the place where they would be taking shelter, releasing a small cloud of white in an already stark white landscape. At his words her golden amber gaze flickers to him, before she nods a little. He was the one who had found it first, or at the very least known of it to begin with. Flickering her gaze back to the den after she acknowledged his statement, she makes her way inside the den.
It was not that large but it didn't really need to be, as it was perfectly sheltered and much better than being in a flat out blizzard of snow. There was a strange quickening in her bloodstream, something longing for a closer warmth, a sort of primal heat rising through her bones. She wasn't very used to dealing with this type of thing, despite the fact that she wasn't that young of a teenager. She knew maybe she should say something, maybe she should ask how he knew of this place. She lifted her golden amber eyes back towards his, and the question died on her tongue. It wasn't really that important to know, not as long as they had shelter and each other in these moments. Replies:
