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.


Nothing that Occurs in Nature can be Unnatural (Diosa)

My Philosophy is That Worrying Means You Suffer Twice


Emerald green paws padded through the trees, mismatched eyes on high alert to his surroundings. Everything here was still so new and exciting, and he loved to just look around and take in the nature that surrounded him. His royal purple plume wagged behind him as he slowly made his way through trees and brush, taking him time and exploring all the smells that there were to be found. So much had happened recently, and the pup felt that he needed time away to really understand what had happened. Even though Scamander was young, he was mature for his age, he always had been. He seemed to understand things quicker than most, grasping at more adult concepts even though his brain did struggle with what was truly going on in the world still. His curiosity helped, always wanting to know how and why things happened. When his thoughts wandered back to what had happened, he got sad again. So many of those that he had been close to were gone. He didn’t know it was possible for so many rainbows to be killed in such a short span of time. To some, hearing that only two of them had died would seem like a small number. But to the young rainbow, knowing how few of his kind existed, it was a large and daunting number. Neither of their deaths had been easy or natural. Both had died grisly and haunting deaths, deaths that Scamander now began to fear may happen to him.

The young male had often been happy when he had been around his own kind, but he remembered the day that everything had gone wrong, and how he had become anxious around such a large gathering. Maybe it was because it was more than just the escaped rainbows, but also some of the Tempests and a few other nonmagical wolves in their company. He had not expected to meet so many new wolves at once. And without Vladimir by his side, his own guardian, the anxiety had grown within him. The multihued boy had fled the scene, needing to get some air and to calm down if he was going to be able to interact with others. He didn’t know that one of the Tempests, Adara, had been following him and watching over him to make sure he was okay. All he could do was find somewhere to hide and then just try and relax. Everything slowed down when he was on his own, and he began to feel better, getting ready to go back and rejoin the group, when a terrible pain swept through him. Something was horribly wrong, but he didn’t know what. The young male whimpered, not knowing what was happening or what he was to do. He crawled out of the brush that he had wedged himself under, a panic rising in his chest. What had happened? Short limbs tried to run through the trees, to find the others, to not be alone. When he had finally found the group, he discovered what had caused the sharp pain of loss he had felt…Vera was gone. Purple and yellow orbs saw her small and dead body being carried away by one of the nonmagical wolves that had been with her, the dead form of another carcass nearby. What had happened here? With tears in his eyes, Scamander fled the scene, unable to look at the broken and mangled form of Vera’s corpse any longer.

Tears falling and blurring his vision, the rainbow ran blindly through the trees, how could this have happened? But things were not over yet. The same crushing pain hit him once more, this time more physical as if he had been hit in the chest by an actual being. Not again…surely this could not be happening at the same time as Vera’s death? Even though Scamander did not see this one, he knew who it was…Fallon. The teen had met some horrible fate, something that none should ever encounter. Terror swam through the male, somehow knowing that it had been the evilest of all creatures that had taken her life…a vampire. Why did they have to roam this earth? Why could the rainbows not have one place where vampires could not find them and hunt them down? The brute continued to run from the terror and pain that threatened to overcome him. He needed Vladimir, but at the same time he didn’t. He wanted his mother and father. To be held and coddled and told that everything was okay. And if he was with his guardian he could not be touched. Tears flew from his mismatched eyes once more. Why was it like this? Why was everything falling apart?

And that was where Scamander found himself immersed in nature. He didn’t a distraction, an escape from everything that had happened. He needed happiness and life…not pain and death. And he was easily distracted, his mind focusing on the flowers that were coming back to life with the spring. Spring really was an amazing time, seeing things that looked completely dead regrow into the beautiful foliage. Making sure to keep his mind closed to the pain, he sniffed through the field he had found himself in, sneezing when too much pollen wandered up his nostrils. His purple tipped banner waved lazily behind him once more as he frolicked through the brush and flowers. Suddenly the pup threw himself to the ground, rolling through the scents that helped him escape him reality, a small laugh escaping his throat, oblivious to the world around him. He was too entrapped in his own little world to pay any attention to what or who may be nearby, just wanting to be at peace. Even with everything bad that had happened lately, he could not feel scared right now. Surely everything here was too beautiful for anything bad to happen. The young male was still young and naïve enough to believe such things, not realizing that he may have put himself in a very vulnerable position.

Picture credit to the incredibly talented Pompeii!

**Scamander**Arcus Irae Titan**Pup **Protected by Vladimir**Violet**


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