The Wispmother beckons (Sub-territory discovery)

Slade knew how some places left untouched by others, could morph either into a sickening prospect, or a beautiful paradise. Some warped into weird chasms, and others into amazing structures. He had seen quite a few places in his time.

"The difference is here for the lack of interference from other matters of society. A course of mother nature. Unchanged. A place of solitude and tranquility from places tainted by non-natives. A place of pureness."

A place of wretched filth, cascading with beautiful blueflies. A place where quick mud reigns, with tall and somber Weeping Willows sway within the bare breeze. A place of disturbing prettiness.
A place perfected in the art of unchanged components, hosting variety forms of multiple plants, different prey, different everything.