Many wolves looking for relaxation come to Blossom Field. A gentle breeze vibrating the blossoming flowers is quite a sight to see and it is quite a favourite for wolves to come with their mates.
A recent fire has ruined the scenery, half the field covered with soot and marked with scars of the flames. The other half is untouched, however.
Of horned helmets and healing herbs IP: 75.69.70.40 Posted on June 3, 2013 at 03:21:31 AM by Huginn and Muninn
Huginn saw the approaching girl from a league or so off, and watched with interest as she neared him and his sister. She was golden as Freya's locks to his eyes and was beautiful to say the absolute least. He knew well that Muninn couldn't care less where he was doing, so he kept an eye on her as he kept ranting to his sister.
Muninn was paying much more attention than her brother had thought, though. When he was suddenly distracted and his voice tapered off, she could tell that something clearly wasn't right. "Brother? Are you alright? He obviously wasn't paying much attention either, but she snapped at him in their native tongue (ooc: you're going to have to imagine this is in Norwegian...) "Brother? Huginn! Tell me right now, are you seeing anything strange? Anything seem to be glowing?"
Huginn nodded vaguely starring past the familiar coat of his sister and to the other far behind her. He thought he was sure that she really was that radiant, and wasn't a side effect of one of the painkilling plants Muninn had given him earlier.
Muninn then heard a voice from behind her, and spun gracefully to face the speaker. "Hm? Oh no, I'm alright. Been patching him up since he started training to be a berserker..."
