The Forestlands
Deep within the coniferous forests, the pines and redwoods sway subtly, their thick needles rustling softly in the wind. The ground beneath is a carpet of moss, ferns, and fallen needles, dappled by the light filtering through the dense canopy above. The scent of verdure fills the air, while the occasional call of a bird echoes through the silence. This is where the Woodsorrel Meadows Pack lives, nestled within the forestlands…
^The mentors'—elders of the pack—live in dens that are etched into hillsides, and burrowed beneath thick roots of ancient trees, their entrances hidden by hanging vines and dense bramble. Inside, the dens are warm and dry, with soft bedding of moss and leaves, offering comfort during the harshest of winters.
^Nearby, the pupsitters' dens is a fairly small, open meadow-like space, surrounded by a ring of protective trees, where the pups rambunctiously leap and play under the watchful eyes of their caretakers. The entire area is surrounded by a circlet of low, fragrant thicket, marking the boundaries of their territory, where every scent is familiar, and every stir in these woods holds meaning.