A vast field stretches to all sides, free from trees and other foliage save for the grass that presses through the almost nonexistent snow, and wildflowers that manage to grow in the area. It is a rather drablandscape, not entirely colourful, but what makes it so contrasting to the surrounding lands, is the expanse of sky that stretches overhead. Here, on flat land, there are no trees, and no hills to interfere with the view. Nearly from horizon to horizon it stretches, view unhindered. Here one might feel free to spend time merely watching the clouds or the stars, and be able to catch a glimpse of the Northern Lights should they pass overhead. To the east comes the sound of moving water, and to the south, the land dips away slightly. A sudden black shape lopes over to you with the easy gait of a wolf, and looks up at you, blue eyes deeply saddened.

:What are you doing here, may I ask?.: You stare a moment, then mumble a quick, hard to understand reply, looking around in awe once more. The wolf nods, understanding- Somewhat. :I am Gliaven'Eird. Obsidian mound.... A T'reithi.: He frowns slightly. :I must leave soon, to check on my Tcher, Teteri'Neve'Tcher, White water tide.: He paces back and forth once, waiting for something.... :Our kind have been greatly wronged by humans, as have the Bryars and Grimmorphs. Perhaps more so. We used to be messangers, fleetfooted, and delivered messages. During one war the humans became paranoid about spies and such, and turned against the T'reithi, we were only doing our jobs. One Tcher fled to the dream, I am one of the Tcher's offspring." He coughs slightly. "Ah, *Ahem* speaking of offspring, I have two sons! And a daughter... My first son lives here on the Isle, in the caverns... Kafan, my other son lives elsewhere, as does Kyrin..." He grins slightly. "Ah, but I must go now. Stuff to do....:
With that, he seems to suddenly... Just.... 'Poof' into the air, dissapearing without a sound. Ah! A snap second Bryar portal, must be going to check on his Tcher... You take a last look around the nice, wind sheilded clearing, and leave....

Name	Gliaven'Eird
Translation	Obsidian Mound
Age	Adult
Species	T'reithi
Gender	Male
Sire	Illstri'Minat
Dam	Kaeesh'Maeril
Mate	Chisan'Kith
Tcher	Teteri'Neve'Tcher
Offspring	Giridih'Lane, Kafan, Kyrin, Arlassam

Tail: l*, X
Horns: n, n
Color: M, r
Pattern: s, s
Paws: X, X
Mutation: n, Y

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