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.


Setting fire to the sky

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.


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