The forest is as dark as night, only small prey within the forest, and it seems very dead. A deep fog seeps through the trees in the morning, making it very humid. There is a small grassy clearing that has some more pray like rabbits. The clearing has long grass for the sun manages to seep through the trees. A small river runs through, it is dirty water, yet still others drink it.

The Gacheru Bluffs border some of the packs land, looking out across the sea that lurks so close. The bluffs are tall, but nearly as tall as some could be. They have been blackened in color due to a curse in the past and scarcely covered with a very thin layer of grass. A few flowers have somehow blossomed from the hardened top, giving the bluffs a small amount of color. If a wolf was to venture too close to the edge, it would prove to be a fatal mistake. The bottom is littered with sharp, jagged rocks that could easily cut through a body. One wrong step and it could prove to be a wolf's last as they plummet to the bottom, lost in the angry waves crashing against the bluffs.