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.
Don't listen to a word I say IP: 50.124.47.234 Posted on June 5, 2013 at 02:24:53 AM by Candy
The blonde vixen listened as the other female called out to her brother in a strange language and accent. Norweigan. Mallory wasn't too familiar with the language, but she could interpret it fairly well. Berserker? She asked with her ordinary, not odd at all accent. What's that supposed to be? A warrior? Her blue eyes never left the male... he was quite cute... Stop it, Mallory. Now. She shook the thought off.
The light brown brute let the two girls be and padded over to the injured boy. Whatcha done to yourself, boi'. He said in his western accent. Jayce was from a desert pack, but an immense drought along with many scorpions and snakes thinned out the pack. The remaining wolves traveled to Blossom. Dat' yer sister? He asked, wondering if the brute would even be able to reply. Replies: There have been no replies.
