the fields are my home
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Midafternoon found Moose enjoying the wonders of the area. He was very playful today, not feeling any of the pains from his travels due to the warmth of the weather. Small patches of clouds drifted lazily across the sky, obscuring the sun for moments in a sort of natural game of peek-a-boo.

The sweet scent of flowers flooded his nares as he headed away from the mansion towards a meadow. The Wild wolf loved romping in this particular area, it reminded him so much of his lost mate, Sirce. A fly buzzed near his ears, and twitching them to shoo it away, he caught a slight noise. Shrugging it off as nothing, he turned his nares to the wind. The slight smell of a fey drifted, intertwined with that of the flowers.

Wolf paws padded softly down the trail to investigate. Nearing the area, he noticed a light grey fey (from her smell) amongst the tulips. She seemed happy and harmless enough, and a lingering of Anu's scent was fresh upon her, leading him to believe she was new. Wagging his tail, Moose approached her. Gud day ta ye marm. Tha name's Moose, und ye arr?" Yet again, he hoped the accent wasn't too much for her unaccustomed ears.


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