Crescent Lake Pack
WELCOME TO CRESCENT LAKE
The pack lives in a small valley, in the center of which is a crescent-shaped lake, giving the pack its name. The lake is fed by a stream from the northern ridge. Near this stream is a cave set into the side of the ridge, once occupied by a bear, but rock slide had rendered the entrance too small for bears to enter; luckily, it's the perfect size for wolves.
Inside this cave--dubbed the Bellflower Den for the beautiful blue flowers crowded around the entrance--is a sleeping hollow near the back, lined with feathers, furs, dried mosses, and all manner of soft bedding.
The area around the outside has been cleared by the pack, most of the forest debris piled along the edges to form a slight barrier.
Downhill from the den, and across the stream that feeds Crescent Lake, is a hollow sheltered by trees. This space is cleared as well, the area grassy and dotted with dandelions.
Under a large tree at one end is another den. The interior is dim and cozy, smelling strongly of herbs. Bundles of herbs, dried and drying, hang from roots in the walls and ceiling, with berries filling containers crafted from turtle shells, seashells, and bones.
At the back of the den are several sleeping areas, and unlike in the main den, these are separated, a fair distance between each one; these are for sick wolves and nursing mothers. To one side, nearer the clustered collections of herbs and berries, is another nest for the herbalist.
Heading back for the creek, you follow it upstream toward the rocky ridge, at points having to climb, paws scrabbling over rough stone. It's a tough trek, but you finally catch the scent of a den. It's easy to miss, the entrance tucked away between some rocks and behind a bramble bush, but you're able to find a small, yet well-trodden trail underneath the brambles. Picking your way through (though not without some uncomfortable prickling), you find a roomy cave.
In contrast with the relative modesty of the main den, this one is wildly decorated, the walls adorned with patterned dyes, bowls still nearby with old paints layered atop each other. Some patterns are senseless, others attempting crude depictions of animals, trees, or scenery, sloppily applied with painted paws.
Strings of seashells and bones hang from the ceiling, and there are rudimentary "shelves" dug out from the walls, making space for more pretty trinkets, ranging from large pine cones to sparkling stones.
This den belongs to the scouts, where they take great joy in collecting items from their travels.
The pack lives in a small valley, in the center of which is a crescent-shaped lake, giving the pack its name. The lake is fed by a stream from the northern ridge. Near this stream is a cave set into the side of the ridge, once occupied by a bear, but rock slide had rendered the entrance too small for bears to enter; luckily, it's the perfect size for wolves.
Inside this cave--dubbed the Bellflower Den for the beautiful blue flowers crowded around the entrance--is a sleeping hollow near the back, lined with feathers, furs, dried mosses, and all manner of soft bedding.
The area around the outside has been cleared by the pack, most of the forest debris piled along the edges to form a slight barrier.
Downhill from the den, and across the stream that feeds Crescent Lake, is a hollow sheltered by trees. This space is cleared as well, the area grassy and dotted with dandelions.
Under a large tree at one end is another den. The interior is dim and cozy, smelling strongly of herbs. Bundles of herbs, dried and drying, hang from roots in the walls and ceiling, with berries filling containers crafted from turtle shells, seashells, and bones.
At the back of the den are several sleeping areas, and unlike in the main den, these are separated, a fair distance between each one; these are for sick wolves and nursing mothers. To one side, nearer the clustered collections of herbs and berries, is another nest for the herbalist.
Heading back for the creek, you follow it upstream toward the rocky ridge, at points having to climb, paws scrabbling over rough stone. It's a tough trek, but you finally catch the scent of a den. It's easy to miss, the entrance tucked away between some rocks and behind a bramble bush, but you're able to find a small, yet well-trodden trail underneath the brambles. Picking your way through (though not without some uncomfortable prickling), you find a roomy cave.
In contrast with the relative modesty of the main den, this one is wildly decorated, the walls adorned with patterned dyes, bowls still nearby with old paints layered atop each other. Some patterns are senseless, others attempting crude depictions of animals, trees, or scenery, sloppily applied with painted paws.
Strings of seashells and bones hang from the ceiling, and there are rudimentary "shelves" dug out from the walls, making space for more pretty trinkets, ranging from large pine cones to sparkling stones.
This den belongs to the scouts, where they take great joy in collecting items from their travels.
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