Ruieze Fields

Open fields and soft grass...
Ruieze stretches far in the midlands of Moladion, laced with streams that feed into Diveen and out of Asteraia at times. The fields are vast, filled with wildflowers and tall, soft grass; trees are sparse, as are rocks, but one can find small shrubs to hide amongst, and the grass itself. To the south of the fields, a Ruieze River widens, and the ground becomes sandy. There is a small, grassy island that can be reached from the banks, with water-birds often congregating on the island rather than the riverbanks.

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Arturio, a good strong name. So far the pale male seemed to be the decent sort. Perhaps a bit boring when it came to conversation but that was no reason to discount an individual outright. Some wolves weren’t very good at conversation; certainly Dirk hadn’t been very good at conversation lately. Recalling the wee shadow he’d met in this very field, he solidified his resolve to determine the nature of the new alpha. If he was greeted with hostility by this new leader and his pack, he could only imagine what sort of trouble his wee Siren would get herself into while wandering about.

”I too spent some time near the moors and crags. This here is a bonny wee field though. Maybe nae so much now but in the warmer seasons…” He returned the smile that the stranger granted him, his own smile a bit lopsided and exposing a bit of a fang. Shifting his weight, he followed Arturio’s gaze to where he knew the border of the Asteraia pack to be. Perhaps this wolf did know a thing or two about the nature of the alpha?

Packs always reflected their leaders for good or bad.

Not really sure what he would do if the new laird turned out to be a cruel or idiotic creature, Dirk decided that he would wait and see what he found out. If he had to negotiate with the wolf for Siren’s safe passage in the area, he would do so. Since no one else seemed to be looking after the chit, it was left to him to see to her. He was honor bound to make sure no harm befell her if he could prevent it. He knew all too well by now that he wasn’t infallible and there were some things he couldn’t control, but he would die protecting those weaker than him from things he could prevent.

”Aye, had heard that the change had occurred. That was my intention in venturing close. I intend t’ discern the manner of laird this new wolf is.” He chose not to mention his reasons for they were his own and he doubted very much that anyone in this strange land would understand them. He wasn’t even sure that Siren would understand his reasons. He knew that she belonged to a southern pack and that they didn’t seem particularly good at keeping an eye on her. The last thing he wanted to do was bring attention to her if she’d gone unnoticed to this point in her wanderings. ”Would you happen to know the nature of this new laird? Is he the honorable sort?”





Dirk
Five years old. My heart is my own. My soul is my own. I pledge my fealty to no one.
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