The Town of Wolfville
Memories of human activity are everywhere in this long-disbanded eastern town; it contains not only simple houses and shops that can easily be used as dens, but also numerous official buildings including a church, a school and an old library. These official buildings contain bountiful information and resources for those that hungry for human secrets. Time is taking its toll on the buildings, and here and there trees are found growing out of roads and houses alike. The plentiful numbers of houses to live in makes it natural that this city might, in time, become a meeting point also to the wolves now residing in the humansí place.
The Town Square
Positioned in the middle of Wolfville, the town square was once a well kept park used for gatherings of the humans. Now overgrown with grass, flowers and vines, the park serves as a meeting area for the pack of Dahlia de Mai. A circle of stone benches is a prime spot for pack meetings, while the wooden gazebo, still standing though a little dilapidated, makes a nice setting for more light hearted affairs.
At the border of Wolfville, houses give way to fishing facilities, and a small harbor. The boats that must have been plentiful are long since gone, but the simple walkway into the ocean still stands, giving a perfect lookout into the horizon. Trees and plants have, just as within the town, broken through the roads, and are now spread scarcely wherever nature allows it, including the harbor. A stone edge that plummets into the ocean, which must surely have been used for boarding boats, has now crumbled in time on several places, allowing travellers and residents alike a safe opportunity to take a dip in the salty water.
The Town of Berwick
Quite similar to Wolfville, only parts of this town is within the Dahlia de Mai packlands. Mostly old houses make up the surroundings, which is more taken over by nature than Wolfville, as well as habing fewer buildings. With more houses, and fewer shops than Wolfville, Berwick seems to have been a quiet place, most activites seem to have been farming related, instead of official matters and shopping.
In the west, large wooden buildings litter the area, former vineyards, orchards and farms giving way to forest and overgrowth. The buildings, despite standing for over a hundred years, are sturdy, and many relics of the times when they were in use can be found for an adventurous explorer on a mission. The fields house rabbits and other small critters in large numbers, hiding in the tall grass; easy lunch for the lazy. In the outskirts of the area, bordering to the human town, where there are rolling hills and thicker forest, one can also find larger prey such as deer and elk.
The Dahlia de Mai packland border along Flanders Fields is marked by an overgrown graveyard, with surrounding fencelike structures made out of natural stones stacked on top of each other. A large statue of the Virgin Mary is raised here, as if watching over the dead and their graves. Though some tombstones have fallen and the markings on many of them are washed away by the elements, it is still not a chaotic-looking place. Grass and plants grows everywhere, making the area look old, yet beautiful in its own way. Several larger statues (though none as big as the Virgin Mary) are placed here and there, some missing parts or lying on the ground, fallen. Flanders Fields is an area rich with wildlife. Any kind of prey can be found, smaller for the solo hunter, and bigger for those who wish for a challenge. On a sunny day it serves its purpose for simply taking a walk and enjoying the aesthetic surroundings.
Sitting north of Whisper Beach is what the members of Dahlia de Mai refer to as Oyvind island. Although when the waves are rough one must be a strong swimmer to reach the island, it is well worth the journey. Receiving its name from the constant gusts of wind that barrel down on the island, the only refuge one has from the wind is in the center of the island where tall trees and large boulders protruding from the earth offer shelter. Here, many birds make their home, ranging from seagulls, to sparrows, to hawks; since the island is not large enough to sustain any predators the island has become somewhat of a bird sanctuary. On days when the wind is more of a gentle breeze it is quite pleasurable to lay by the shore and bird watch the myriad of species that call this island home.
Nestled in the eastern most part of Dahlia de Mai are the forest areas of Ethereal Eclipse and the sandy beaches of Whisper Beach. On a warm sunny day the beach provides a relaxing retreat while the thick forests provide an abundance of small game. Within the forest lies Oberonís Spring, the best fishing spot in the pack lands. The water in Oberonís Spring is consistently clear and cold, even during the hottest of summer days. The fresh spring empties out into a small stream that slowly winds itís way towards the shore line, and though the water is suitable for drinking, if one tries to sample from the steam too closely to the beach they will taste traces of salt from the ocean.
Nereid is a land that stretches from the edge of St. Pepinís Vineyards out towards the bay, where the land quickly drops off 50 feet at itís highest point above the water. The vantage point of Nereid is breathtaking, and one can see clear across the water to Drifter Bay. If one can find a way down during low tide, they will find a very secluded, narrow beach, with the lands of Nereid towering above them and the waves of the bay lapping at their feet. During hide tide, this beach is completely underwater.
When standing by the harbor one can easily see the landscape turning into mountains in the northeast, along the coast. If one should dare approach them, one would find multiple entrances to the old mountain, some offering grand halls and long, seemingly never ending passages. Adrenaline and thrills await in the darkness within, but the dangers are not imagined. The parts of the mountain closest to the ocean are quite porous, and often experience small rock falls and slides, making it a treacherous place to be. Further inland, however, some of the more easily accessible caves are rarely dangerous, and could serve as a personal hideout, a romantic meeting-spot, or even a den.
The Urban Waste
From first shallow looks, the Urban Waste seems like a part of Wolfville completely retaken by nature. Thick plant life and forest has broken up every trace of human touch. However, further into the forest, it is revealed that life has not yet fully taken over the territory. Pile after pile with human garbage towers up, taking up a large area with the exception of a few tough plants scattered all around the place. The old landfill holds everything from broken lanterns to brand new dishwasher machines. To some individuals, this area is a place full of forgotten treasures.
Tucked between the south-east border of Wolfville and Oberonís spring, The Ravine is a long, thin stretch of land, lush with life. Due to the shape of the ravine, the sun hits the ground only a few hours a day, making this the perfect escape for the summer heat. Large boulders dot the terrain but are camouflaged by the thick, soft moss and climbing ivy that grows here. The entire floor of the ravine is green with moss and fallen leaves, making the softest natural carpet in Dahlia. At the very northern tip of the raven the land opens up to meet the Bay of Fundy. From this point one can get a clear view of Oyvind Island, and during the night the sky of the heavens is spectacular.
Despite lush vegetation and beautiful scenery, Demon\'s Trail has a name well earned. Through the flat and innocent-looking grass a deep wound slashes through the landscape, only as thick as a yard. When one\'s ear is bent in the direction of the darkness below, one can hear the weak trickling of a stream, a child of Oberon\'s Spring reaching for the freedom of the ocean. It starts out at the spring as a simple stream, although quickly cuts into the elevated hillsides of Demon\'s Trail, as if simple earth, rock and mineral is nothing but butter. The depth varies, but pups and the blind are advised to keep their distance - if unlucky the fall can easily kill you - in the shallow parts of the Trail. A fall into the deeper parts is a death sentence. Three times during its course towards the sea it widens to a pool, making a large hole in the grass above. The ground here is treacherous, and one can easily slip down or cause a small slide - and plummet to one\'s death.
In the lands between Ethereal Eclipse and Whisper Beach lie Terra Lupin. Terra Lupin is usually the first place to be transformed from the dead of winter to the green of spring, powered by the many tiny rivulet streams. These many rivulets branching from the stream flow throughout these fields giving life to all plants. In the summer, these lush, green fields of spring are transformed as they burst with the pinks and purples and reds of the lupin flower, their beautiful perfume floating on the carefree breeze brought in by the sea. In the fall when the colours of the lupin fade, the purple of the aster reclaim the scene. This lush environment supports populations of snakes, mice, voles, and rabbits who feed here. Because of this, Terra Lupin also provides one of the best feeding ground for single wolves in the winter.
Butterfly's Susurrus (at Whisper Beach)
The sands of Butterfly's Susurrus are fine and soft, catching the sun at all times of the day. At sunrise and sunset, the shores seem to blaze a shimmering gold as if it were another sea lapping at the ocean. Farther from the coast, tall, lush grasses, littered by black-eyed Susans and other wild flowers, take over. In the sandy and clay soil, sweetgrass and Canada wild rye flourish, swaying in the wind to mimic the ocean that is too far and yet so near them. In the are farthest from the sea, patches of fireweed colour the rich green with their vibrant colour from mid summer to the first frost. Tall switchgrass provide the best coverage for the winter when the winds from the north can be harsh at the shore. A prime habitat for song birds (particularly swallows) in all seasons and insects, especially butterflies, in the warm seasons, Butterfly's Susurrus is a safe habitat, especially for the growing families of Dahlia de Mai.
Surrounded by the growth of Arachneaís Revenge and left abandoned for years, Veiled Gardens is wild with plants. The eight foot stone wall enclosing the garden are so covered in ivy that one cannot see the boulders underneath and the massive stone door has yet to be located. A tunnel dug under the wall is the only entrance, but the required crawl is well worth the reward. Flowers of all variety overrun the once well tended grounds, as well as a few fruit trees and more exotic plants. A large pond is still home to the massive Koi that once lived here, but devoid of their human care they have reverted back to their wild carp colorations, though a few still retain some brighter colors. Although the wood tool shed has long since fallen in and rotted away, the small glass green houses still stands despite some broken windows. Deep in the center of the garden a childís playground can be found complete with a small metal merry-go-round, a rusted dome of monkey bars and one large hanging wooden swing, still in good condition dangling from the large oak that supports it.
At the end of the Demon's trail, it feeds out to the rocky ledges of Aza'zel Peak. This peak consists of a range of cliffs that look over a wide forest. The wind is constantly blowing so if a wolf needs a cool place to hang out, this is the place. At the very left end of the cliffs, there's a little trail that leads down into the forest, great for grabbing a quick snack then heading back up to enjoy the view with a certain someone.