Upon rocky ledges and steep slopes rests a quaint township of nomads, finally at home. When the winds wander through the inlet, it sounds as if the land itself is recalling a thousand lost memories. This gives it its name: the Whispering Fjord.

   Rich with culture and traditions, the town at the heart of the fjord — known as Elkwood Falls — is a safe place for lost souls. Cafés and various shops border the cobblestone paths, and trees take root wherever they can. Sheer drops produce breathtaking views for the thrill-seeking variety. Frigid winters yield brilliant shows of northern lights, for those that brave the formidable climate are rewarded.

   Though the location of Elkwood Falls is seldom referred to, one who truly longs for it — whether they know it or not — it will always stumble upon it effortlessly.

   It is rumored that many decades ago, a small group of cows from an abandoned homestead stumbled upon an uninhabited fjord and decided to call it their home for the night. Over the following days, the rugged landscape started to nestle its way into the hearts of its inhabitants. Soon enough, the bovines had begun their own establishment there for good. The fjord has not been soiled by human hands to this day, and this group of Buttermilks is intent on keeping it that way.

   Life on the fjord is not an easy feat, but these cows have adapted their lifestyle to make it work. Homes are dug into the rocky slopes. Thin, fenced paths move downhill in zigzags. An irrigation system provides freshwater to various parts of the fjord.

While some of our residents may feel distant at first, we boast a strong community and a sincere sense of trust with each other. We welcome you to Elkwood Falls from the bottoms of our hearts.