Fir Chilis is the name given to the dense string of forested land that fills much of Blossom Forest. There are two different populations, depending on where in the land you are. To the north lays the deciduous forest, full of maples, oaks, birches, and beeches. To the south lay a coniferous forest full of pines and firs. No matter where you are, the trees shelter you from the sun and the rain and the snow. Take care not to get lost in the woods however - you may never find your way out. There are other dangerous here too - predators waiting for their own prey. While the land is prosperous they do not pose too much of a threat, but whenever famine or drought hits, they will attack anything... even other Putnar.

Those looking to hunt will find the forests well stocked - there are white-tailed deer, turkeys, red squirrels, chipmunks, mermots, and moose.



Be careful of what you touch lest the grave be what you lust

Athene smiled ever so slightly as Sabelle came up with a brilliantly logical way to tell whether the appearance of their antlers was magic or not. Athene stood still as Sabelle‘s paw slowly swept up to rub against her forehead - she could feel the paw slid over skin, and then nothing, and then skin again. It was a whole spot on her forehead where she did not feel any sensations… A spot where, just as the femme opposing her had said, there was a nub instead of skin. Athene shook her head and watched as Sabelle tested her own forehead… They were the same. Athena sighed even as Sabelle did, and together, the two femmes tried to process what was going on. But then Sabelle remarked that there was no point in reminiscing about it - it was nothing that they could change, and time would bring antlers to crown them at least once more. She was right of course, and Athene once again could not believe how much she has grown up.

What was that all that she had meant? Although the two of them were not related by blood, there been a time when no one would have doubted it if Athene had claimed Sabelle as her own. And so was it really so much of a stretch to believe that Sabelle put as much thought and effort into the words chosen as Athene would herself? Perhaps focusing on the antlers was really not what they should be doing, but nor should they be focusing on time spent apart from each other. But rather, should they not be focusing on the time they could now have again? Rejoice in the fact that they were united? But somehow, Athene could not find the words to make it right. Her tongue failed her as no useful words came to light. The connection between the two was obvious, but so too were the restraints on them, holding them back. And Athene could feel the tension, but could not do anything to relieve the situation. She coughed once and looked up at the sky, judging the time of day.

I am glad to have found you, but I must go
There are boundaries and borders to patrol, you know.
I do hope that we can meet up again soon
Either here in the forest or by a sand dune.

Unless, that is, you would like to come
You currently have no pack that you hail from
The pack that holds my loyalty now
I know that your entrance would be allowed.

Athene held no false hopes - she knew that the likelihood of Sabelle following her to Uyaraut were slim to none. They had been separated too long for the ex-princess of Spring Grounds to follow her blindly. But Athene had had to offer it nonetheless - she had hopes that perhaps that she was wrong. But when the femme chose not to come with her, Athene smiled and shrugged, turning around to leave. For the things she had said were true in part… But they were of her own making. She currently held no rank, no responsibilities. It was an excuse, one that pulled her from this awkward situation. She needed time to process Sabelle‘s return, time to figure out exactly what it meant now.


Now, she not only had to deal with the return of Sabelle, but with her own pups. It had been… What… Three, four months since she had last seen Sabelle? Part of it was because she had not gone looking for her - it was not out of laziness, but a fear of awkwardness that had grown between them. Where was the trust, the affection that once had blossomed? But the other reason had been because her belly have been swelling, and she did not know how to explain that to Sabelle. By this age, she expected that Sabelle would know about pregnancies, about where children came from. But would Sabelle see it as a smear against her - Athene being with someone other than Sabelle‘s father? Or perhaps she would run, thinking Athene had sought to replace her with a newer model. But that of course wasn’t true… Athene just did not know how to handle the situation. It was not one that she had ever been trained for - after all, pups were meant to be your legacy, and family was built mostly on respect, instead of affection. They were a stoic people, at least most of them were. But now, having to deal with her emotions toward her pups, and to Sabelle as well? And even more than that, having to try to distinguish what exactly she felt for Kershov? It was all too much.

Athene had left her pups in her den, and had covered them with dried pelts so that the weight of the skins would hold them down, keep them in place, almost how a swaddled baby would be kept still. Her pride had been swallowed, and she knew that it was finally time to seek out Sabelle once again. It felt good to stretch out her long limbs. Her muscles were tight from disuse, and it was impossible not to take note of the mild amount of muscle atrophy that had taken shape from her form. Her lips curled downward into a frown, or perhaps even a grimace, but she respected her body‘s wishes and kept her pace slow. It would do her no good to push through the pain only to cause herself a muscle tear. Because of this, the going was extraordinarily slow. Athene realized quickly that she would have to leave her pups for longer than expected, and after a mile out, she had turned around and had sought out Macaria. The pups were just about the same age, and Athene had begrudgingly asked if Macaria would mind watching them for a few days. The sassy femme had shrugged, and agreed quickly with the one promise that someday, Athene would return the favor. Though she would not openly admit it, she felt relieved. The idea of leaving her pups alone for so long had frightened her, but this feisty little fae seemed to be a good enough mother, despite the fact that there was something off about her - she had no smell. And her eye color had changed… But it did not much matter - if Kershov found no err in her character now, then neither would Athene.

The sun rose overhead and then sunk below the horizon, and it was not until well past dark that she found her way into the woods, into the same place that Athene had last seen Sabelle. There was no sign of her, but still her scent lingered. Athene lowered her haunches to the earth and tilted her head back to release her call, her song, hoping that somewhere there would be a wolf that heard it and either responded in kind with another song, or answered it directly...

|| Belongs to Herself || Gwyneira, Sergei, Bellerophon, Gwenllian || Bright Moon ||

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