The grasslands are lush and more plentiful in prey than any other pack land, the other packs curse them for this. They have dug their own dens in the grassland, which is poor protection but it was the best they could do. In winter, a light blanket of frost, and sometimes snow, covers the land. The winters are never bitterly cold, but it does snow every so often.

White sands stretch all across the eastern border of Tyvier. Rolling blue waves crash loudly again the grounds, but that makes it even more fun to run through. The beach is meant to be the favorite place to play for the Tyvier wolves. The water shouldn't be drank, it is salthingyer after all. It is considered the most calming and beautiful place in Tyvier. Beware, do not go to far out or the ocean's tow might just yank you out to sea.