Territory Description: The stark darkness of the Vale of Secrets lingers across most of the region’s territories, yet nestled between Red Fern Forest and Spectral Woods, a serene yet small valley that offers the warmth and brightness of the above sky and nature’s elements. With part of the creek slipping between the valley crevices and as the likely cause of its formation, the bountiful source seems to feed the rather unique trees that scatter the bright lands known as magnolia trees. With fresh pink flowers that bloom within the spring and summer months, the lush moss and grass that sprouts across the small embankments and hills add to the lands beauty. Surrounded by trees that give the local pack privacy, Magnolia Glen is considered a small haven.
He had only been upon this side of the mountain briefly before – the expedition to eradicate Relic Lore of the diseased pack had gone by in a blur of emotions and worry, and the ivory male had not taken the time to catch view of his surroundings. He had, at the time, been far more inclined to watch over Elettra.. It was ironic to think that now, not long later, he found himself in a similar situation.. Instead of his attention being grasped by the dark lady, this time it was by a pale beauty, and once more Phineas found it hard to focus his attention upon the idyllic nature about him.
The forest had intrigued him, but despite exploring the winding paths offered within Red Fern Forest, the two had escaped from the group for a few stolen moments, emerging from the forest foliage and finding themselves more within a valley of sorts. Phineas had lead them along a creek – the cold water stirring a thirst within him that he paused to quench, his tongue lapping at the surface. Finally, lifting his muzzle up, the regal’s fiery eyes drifted languidly to Borlla, waiting to see what she was thinking. They would need to settle soon, yet he wanted her to finalize their destination.. he wanted it to be perfect for her.
Lifting his muzzle and giving a quick shake of his pelt, the male’s jaws stretched in a yawn as his eyes once more scoured the area. Prowling further along the creek’s edge, Phineas noted the trees that scattered the small valley they had come across – magnolias littered the grounds, not yet in bloom as spring had yet to fully settle upon Relic Lore.