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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Despite his best attempts to ignore the girl, she seemed intent on bothering him. His plans for the day were well and truly shot if he couldn’t shake the pest. What he intended to do required him to remain unseen and unheard, something that he’d become rather good at in his short time on this earth. It was the only way he knew to stay alive, scavenging and stealing leftovers. In the spring it was always a bit more difficult as the damn pack wolves were far more vigilant with new pups and their mothers to feed. But what he couldn’t steal he could somewhat make up for with various rodent populations.

When the girl caught up, Dash narrowed his eyes and gave her a sidelong glance. Definitely a pack pup. Her claims of being hungry were enough to elicit a snort. What did a spoiled brat like her know about being truly hungry? She had parents and pack members to make sure she didn’t starve. He had only his wit and determination to see him through the next day. Beneath his thick, fluffy coat his ribs poked out and his stomach never seemed to be full. This was his life, the only existence he’d known.

Ears went flat and a growl rattled deep in his chest as he took in her grin. She was absolutely clueless and it infuriated him. While his stomach was almost constantly in pain, she’d likely never known a day of discomfort. His life had always been about finding his next meal; perhaps it would always be so. After all, his life had more or less been bartered for a meal when he’d barely been weaned. Stopping abruptly, Dash turned his head to stare at the girl with harsh eyes like liquid fire. ”And when was the last time you ate?” His voice was gruff and bitter, his hackles slightly raised in his annoyance.


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