Welcome to Verdant Glade!
You wander through a bright green thicket, the long grass brushing your sunlit fur. The gentle wind rustles the leaves overhead. The forest around you is fresh and green. Flowers are springing, and birds are singing. Perhaps you'll stay here awhile.
Pack Lore 
Wandering amidst a flourishing copse, a small group of wolves moved by moonlight.
"I'm tired," a young, brown-furred adolescent wolf babbled. "And hungry. My paws hurt too, but not as much as before. The ground here is softer than the grass on the plains."
The leader of the group, a light-brown female, heaved a sigh. Though she'd just about had it with the young one's idle chattering, she couldn't help but agree with her on that comment. The ground underpaw here felt springy, mossy, and soft compared to the rough, windblown grasses on the plains.
The air had a cold sharpness there, while here it smelled earthy and sweet. It was warmer here too, and when the leader looked up, she saw naught but one star above, but thousands and thousands of verdant, swaying leaves.
She slowed her pace, gazing up in wonder. The leaves bent and folded in unison, rustling softly. The leader pricked her ears and closed her eyes, drinking in all the peaceful sounds and scents.
"We should keep moving, Yarrow," A thick-pelted wolf said, his voice a little irritated. His tail swished impatiently on the floor of leaflitter. "We've come all this way, we can't just stop for a break now."
The leader shook her head, opening her olive eyes to gaze at the ruffled male, her mate. He stared back, noticing the peaceful look in her eyes. His fur flattened a little, and he looked away.
"Yew," Yarrow said, brushing her pelt with the adolescent's. "I don't think you need to walk anymore."
(this backstory is a placeholder until i can actually write coherently omg) |
