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.


please don’t die before I’ve said my goodbyes

My momma left me alone to go and find food. I don't LIKE to be alone, mister! I wish she was here, promise!

That was not exactly the answer that Tiresias was expecting - after all, he did not know that the wolf he had stumbled upon was but a pup. Nor did he know that it was another kalak like himself. After the little one spoke, he paused and hesitated a few moments… How he wished that his own mother was still here… Either of them. Taking a deep breath, he gave her a reassuring smile.

Well you aren’t alone anymore, little one. Until your mother gets back, I’ll make sure no one hurts you and that nothing bad happens to you.

His limbs folded beneath him, and his body settled down onto the cold, crispy snow bed. He closed his eyes and laid his head down upon his paws, so that he could really focus on his surroundings. He could hear still the utter silence that came with the absence of the waves of the ocean. Closer down, toward the ground, he could hear the slight crinkle as a few of the frozen ice crystals shifted beneath his weight, and then felt the sudden dampness that came from those same delicacies melting from his heat. As he inhaled and held his next breath, he could taste it - something that he had missed before. The nest, this wolf‘s den. There was fur and hair, plucked from the mother herself, there were reeds and other grasses woven in to make it a warm pile for the pups whenever the mother was absent. Wait... was that right… Tiresias tilted his head, trying to figure out what thought he had thought was wrong… And there it was. He had thought the word pups. And yet this one was currently the only pup in the den. Was she a loner, singleton pup? Or had her other siblings been killed, or died?

Why are YOU alone? Or are you lonely just like me? Momma says strangers are dangerous... But you don’t look dangerous to me! Do you want to come in? It must be cold out there!

The sweet faeling rambled on, pulling Tiresias from his own thoughts. She asked a lot of questions at the same time, mixed in amongst various side comments put down as statements. She was so innocent, so naïve. If only she knew what type of monsters were in this world, she would have hidden and run at the sight of him. She was lucky only that he was not one of said monsters. After all, they were wolves like Eerie who had fooled an entire pack for months. And then there were wolves like his grandfather who did not need to hide because they were simply too terrible to camouflage their cruel and dark natures. If he only knew that she was one of his kind, he would speak such warnings to her… warn her and try to prevent her from being thusly tainted. For now though, he would accept her invitation into the den. It was cold after all, and their kind were not built for such temperatures, therefore had not been designed to withstand it. Seeing as he had grown up here, Tiresias had acclimated to it, come to accept the winters for what they were - brief stint of unbearable cold. But he would not miss out on a moment for warmth or the protection from the same cold. The brute rose to all four paws and shook out his pelt, not wanting to tramp in any of the snow into the warm and dry comfort of the little one‘s done.

Now, you are right in that I am not dangerous. But surely your mother has taught to you that the bad wolves of this world do not always look bad. They can camouflage their evil ways quite easily… You should take more care in the future, I would not wish anything to harm you.

Tiresias slipped past her and turned around in the cramped den, before settling back down. But now instead of melting snow brushing against his underbelly, it was warm fur, hair, reeds. There was no more of the uncomfortable seeping frigid liquid through his pelt…And Tiresias smiles before once again resting his head upon his paws.

So, little one, how long ago did your mother leave you? Is she often gone for long times? Do you have any siblings? What is your name? And I, myself, am Tiresias… And it is very much my pleasure to meet you.

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