Dancefloor of the Gods

For all the danger and desolation most of the western territories of Boreas contained, there still remained some familiar beauty to be found. The Dancefloor of the Gods was one such location. Coming from the bubbling cauldron that had been the Tar Pits, the wide expanse of lush, verdant grassy plains and fields were a godsend to see. The air smelled infinitely better—clean and crisp—and a small river cut through the fertile fields, diving the terrain almost perfectly in two. Large blue paws crunched through the autumnal grasses while Artorias made his way through the fields, scenting the air every so often as he went to check his surroundings. A herd of deer were nearby, but thankfully for them the wolf wasn't hungry. Yes, this place seemed much more hospitable and suitable for life than the last terrain had! At least it had the promise of fresh water and plentiful prey to go around.

"Artorias" | "Carpathian"