No clearing or dens make up the homes of the South, but the deep and winding tunnels dug from the outside of the Cliffs, leading out in to the Woods. Not a Northern soul would be able to distinguish rock face from cave, and even if they got inside they would never find their way out.

This field used to be filled with a beautiful air, the pups played in it's breeze and the adults laughed with their mates, but when the drought game the grass dried up, leaving the meadow in an ugly state.

Lining the desert and filling in a lot of the missing territory in the South, are the Woods. The trees are thick and usually pine leaving the woods smelling like delightful, one of the only good spots in the Southern territory.

if you were to look at the Un Named cliffs from a bird's eye view you would see the rather horse shoe shape they make, and if you looked inside that horse shoe you would see the basin. A muddy, damp meadow filled with untimely plants and unfriendly trees.

These cliffs are nothing to be trifled with, tall and steep a fall of the edge is a quick way to death. No one could think of a name more deadly for the cliffs, so they have simply gone un named until someone, somewhere decides a name for them. Will it be You?