Morteu Plain

The plains are dreary, the tall grass a yellow-green at the best times and a yellow-brown in times of drought. The squalls that drift so often over the stalks lend them an almost continuously bent position, their small stalk tips bent forward until they almost touch the loam. As peaceful, if not serene, this realm may seem, it heralds a message of darkness and death - these are the battle lands, where wolves have staked their strength and skills against eachother throughout the years to settle challenges for any reason; a female, a pack, a land, a position - any of these are acceptable. Blood has fallen here, though it's far from obvious; the ground absorbs the crimson liquid quickly, leaving almost no trace of the battles held quite often within the tall grass.