At first glimpse the only thing that comes to eye is the visage of the rocky background and the Crystalline lagoon, Though as you pad closer, Your eyes would find the small sandy land-bridge from the mainland to the Mountain like island. Along the sandy shores perhaps eternally imbedded are the tale-tell signs of the occupants, Should you be brave enough to follow the paw-prints leading up onto the grassy exterior you would find yourself in the world of the Silver Nights.
Surrounded by freshwater this large former hilltop now the home to a wolf pack. Trees and hides for game adorn the upper sections of the island. The sandy shore leads into a grassy pasture, which is thusly aligned with a small and yet established size indigenous forest. Within the stone barrier several dark dips are peaking into view.
A small system of caves provides dens and shelter against the miserable Washington winters. Some of such height they come with their own small ledges easily used for scouting or watching their territory. Once a year the water rises with spring runoff, cutting us off from the shore for a short period.
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