Lacrimosa

Thinning timberland and rocky soil gives way to a spacious realm of golden threads. Stalks of wheat sashay at the winds command. When growing unchecked the feathered tops brush the shoulders of most wolves and impair vision for those slinking through the windy moorland. In the evening there is no shortage of magic flitting about as lightning bugs dance in and out of existence and stars, strewn across the heavens, laugh above. The habitat is the perfect sector to find the largest game that reside within valley made between the shadow of the mountains and the yonder woodland. Large herds tend to amass close to the river but can always be caught grazing in the enchanting ambiance.