temperatures are bitter but are warming slowly, fading snow still clutters skyscraping pines, and rain seems to linger under the clouded horizon as well as the sun.
When first entering Slimpoint one of the easiest things to notice is the bickering and snarling cluttering up from an area not too far away from the rest. With nails hooking and reeling across dirt, it isn't rare to see dust kicking up in assorted clouds from the ground. If it isn't dust, then it sure as heck is slinging mud whenever rain scoops over Slimpoint. The ring itself has a lining of scarlet stones to let observers or any passing by wolves know to steer clear. Welcome to the Dueling Ring. Challenge at your own risk.
Past the dueling ring there rests a low, open area which has an old school bus smack down in the middle. Sky scraping and shaking buildings loom over it, assorted with old strings attached with ripped up clothing along the gaps, people obviously used to roll with the old fashioned way when it came to laundry. Trash flutters just about everywhere, and it's said the school bus used to hold kids of all ages and sizes. The bus itself is totally rusted and abandoned, but rumor has it a group of wolves lingers around here.
Surrounded by lanky brush, this wide, dry, and vast field is commonly visited by many strangers. It holds as a place to scavenge, but not in the way of searching for something dead. Fast food is found here, and not the kind found in a drive-through. Rabbits and other small creatures can be caught here, but there's not any big game. The wheat grass serves as both a friend and foe because it holds good cover for both predator and prey, yet commonly has rattlesnakes slithering about.
The junkyard! A must for such a well-known, trashy city. It isn't pretty, but it isn't empty either. Piled to the gates, mounds and mounds of who knows what and other random crap can be found here. It is rare to find anything worthy of the word 'useful', but its worth a shot. Rare goodies are ever found here, in other words. In some areas, the chain-linked fences are all rusted, keeling over themselves and falling apart, while others have small areas of grouping where minuscule packs, or 'buddys' of wolves bundle. These areas are usually found to be at an old, navy mustang located at the top of a towering mound, dead in the center.