Jade Fern Grove got that lettuce, that cabbage, that broccoli

if stigmata had come across this place any time before the past week or so, he would have enjoyed its wealth of aromas and potential. he might have been impressed with the place, and perhaps even considered it as a place in which to stake his conquests...

but he had faced ruin just before coming here. he wore heartache and tragedy like a shawl over his panther shoulders, and it colored this place to him in such dreary resolution that he could not ever imagine visiting this place again - let alone appreciating it for the worthiness that it would have had otherwise. he kept his head down, and slithered over the browned, fall-crisp ferns, hardly noticing at all when he passed over the recent tread-markers of another wolf.