At Wuuth Vex, the mountains sheilding Glasnost drop away. The cliffs are so severe they form a ninety degree angle with the sea level in most areas; a screaming drop to the boiling ocean. Any attempt at scaling the bluffs by creatures less than the most skilled of mountain goats are guaranteed to lead to death. However, those standing at the height of the precipices are gifted with a view that could stagger any worldly traveler.

To either side, the coast surges on, curving outward and curling in on itself, with miniscule, recognizable details. Ahead, the ocean with all its sun-catching dimples, barricades the horizon and confuses the eyes; a stunning visualization of infinity. To turn, and look slightly south-east, would allow one to stand above the entirety of Glasnost; a view fit for an emporer.

On the southern part of the continent, small patches of luscious forest have manage to survive the apocalypse and, without supervision, grown into a wonderful wilderness of everything from oak to wild apple-trees. Most of this mysterious mess is impossible for a wolf to penetrate, but if you follow the creek, a small clearing is reachable a good ways within the foliage. In this secluded area, completely surrounded by wild shrubs and thick trunks, a visiting lupus can find a strange peace, and many travel here to get a break from daily life or be alone to think.

The further one travels from the desert, and the epicenter of "the catastrophe", the greener and more lush the landscape becomes. At Rothschild, a new change happens. Wild bush and unkempt plains suddenly blend into a landscape where subtle remains of forced structure still show. large, mostly square areas highly dominated by single plant-species, mostly types of grass, stretch out as far as the eye can reach; separated by thin, overgrown thickets. Here and there, coils of metal-wire, rusty steel-poles and mostly-rotten, wooden beams mark other borders between large meadows. Stories tell that this place ones held high importance to someone, now it's the ideal place for group hunting, filled with large herds of big animals: wild horses, deer, and bovine.

With the massive coastline, ocean-hungry Glasnost wolves have no problem reaching the salty shores. Yet this particular beach is especially popular among the lupus, as far away from pack-life and border-patrols as you can possibly get, framed by a thinly wooded area to the west and cliff-like dunes to the north; Talisus offers a rare form of freedom. Here, the mild southern breeze and the powerful eastern wind takes turns in brushing warm waves towards the fine grained sand, and small, still pools have formed in several places, many harboring fish and otherwise inviting the fury visitors to cool themselves with a safe swim in the tepid liquid.