Circle Around You, Dancing

Located in the Redgrove.

The night was cool and Kove's want to explore had been revived once more. Instead of leaving the territory, as he'd done the times before, he decided to make his way to a part of the land he'd yet to go. As he neared the place known as Redgrove, the pale wolf was amazed by the sight he saw. The crimson color—like that of blood—littered the forest floor, making it apparent as to how the place had gotten it's name. The trees were not as thick as the rest of the woods, allowing the moonlight to sink through and make the white wolf's coat appear to glow, and they held the forms of birds within them. They appeared to be ravens, and their voices confirmed his thoughts, but they didn't matter to the wolf. He wasn't there to see some birds or try and get their attention.

Kove started looking around the place, long legs carrying him through, over, and around all the crimson bushes. It was as if there had been a bloodbath on the land, one that had been massive enough to stain every bush that grew on the patch of earth. He liked it, finding that it brought some color to the dark forest, and noticed that the color seemed to grow more vibrant as it basked in the moon's glow. In a way, it reminded him of the glowworms that lived down within Mephala's Web. It was highly appealing to one's eyes, or at least that was what he believed.