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Glorall

Disaster has struck!
Flooding from the north has taken its toll on Glorall. The large tides combined with the increase in water draining from the Ruieze River has flooded the lower regions of the pack. The sandy soil, compounded with so much water, has toppled a lot of trees. Traveling is difficult even when the water is shallower, with the sandy soil below being difficult to find traction on. The daily tides seem to keep the level of flooding fairly consistent, too.

During the low tide, wolves may be able to move around the higher dunes (with some difficulty) but during high tide, the pack is almost impossible to safely navigate. Swimming is possible, but the risk of currants and surges from either the ocean or the river are very real. The island off of the coast of Glorall is untouched by either issue, although it is incredibly difficult to find your way there without being an adept swimmer with plenty of good luck!

Note: Glorall will reopen once 30 posts have been completed (or at Staff discretion). During this time, new threads will receive a 'Surprise','Disaster', and prizes. Glorall is currently not open for challenges.

THE HERE AND NOWALPHA OF GLORALL

Elohim

She was quiet but then he had expected that. He was quite content to watch the gentle sway of her backside. As the salt that sat upon the air became stronger he envisioned said sways like the gentle waves right before night. Her coarse yet soft fur velvety and it had tickled his flesh oh so teasingly. He loved the way her gemstone eyes shone forth from the darkness, a lighthouse amongst the smoke. She was an enigma, one he would take great delight figuring out.

He took in her response to his question, noting the way she seemed to have trouble meeting his eyes. The thought caused his eyes to gleam in mischief, almost wanting to call her out on it but instead settled for the huskiness of her voice. She detailed the ranks, even telling of her sister and what rank she held. So her sister was either a wolf in training to be either a spy or a healer. Interesting. �So which is your sister aiming to be? Spy or healer?� His voice is a tad softer as he regards her, daring her to return his heated stare. Her affection for the other femme was apparent as the pride all but whacked him upon the head. Would she one day speak about him in such a matter?

It is not long before the scent of what could only be alphas slap them across their snout, causing him to pull up short.
So my warrior love, I assume you are a Hastati. Care to tell me if my future alphas are kind and fair?� Settling upon his rump he turns his head to regard her, waiting for her response before continueing. �But then for said leaders to capture what took me so long to do so, they must be stellar. So what prompted you to actually set down roots?� He spoke, his voice congenial despite the curiosity that laces it. �Pity I arrived too late. Perhaps we could be expecting our own brood?� Now his voice is teasing as he studies her face, knowing that his last statement would throw her for a loop and enjoying it way too much.

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