A small area of rocky outcropping placed in a small bald patch of the forest where the Fenris may heat them up. It is somewhat used for meeting or pack gatherings, however it is also a places for Vargs to come and contemplate such things as current events or their own personal problems. Some Vargs just gather to lie about the rocks, soaking up Fenris’ warm rays.

Once a forest fallen victim to a fire, the rolling meadow outcrops the forest, and in its swaying stems life dwells. Herla herds will be seen roaming through this open area, though they are few, preferring to stay in separate little groups in the forest, hiding themselves away. Small game is most abundant, and the heavens open above the pack territory, the sun shining in its hold.

~Dedicated to Cwen~
Where the meadow meets the forest is a small, pond like lake. Its clear surface reflects the sky and the leaves above while it ripples as the wind wills. Debris from the surrounding trees usually falls in but is quickly rushed away down its small, brook like river. Its banks are marshy, and few birds site the little dwelling hidden away on the ground, but those that do often settle on its surface, and though hard to catch, might make a pleasant meal.

An aged forest of deciduous trees is nestled at the base of the Carpathian mountain range, cast in shadows for a quarter of the day; its rustling leafs holding the secrets of the Ge-Radians. Most of the pack rest in the secluded forest, prowling its breadth and meeting together to share companionship. Here is the meeting place of the forest, where the proud wolves come together.