The Golden Valley

A wide, and just as long, valley nestled fondly between the hills. Eons, possibly in the time of the bi-pedal reptiles known as dinosaurs, it was a lake. Old petrified ferns, roots, and even rock-like bones can be found scattered and buried over the area. However, it does not get its name from the size, or objects found within the landscape.

The area was so named, for the expanse of golden-green foliage that sprouts over the basin. In autumn the colors are so vibrant and lively, that any traveler could wonder why the field wasn’t claimed. Though it is beautiful, year round, there is little shelter from blistering winds and the heat; or cold for that matter.

Prey is abundant, though small. Mice, voles, shrews, quail, and that sort are common among the tufts of heather and brambles. Hawks patrol the skies, and watch for the tiny vermin that scamper along the weeds. Observing the movement of a hawk, could easily give any wolf an advantage, and an easy route to a quick snack.