<font family="garamond" size="1" color="#083230"><i>for one moment%01 quit being sad</i></font> Chickadee

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

Being a parent was actually easier than Alana had anticipated, at least at this stage. Then again, she had been sure it would be horrendous, so it really was not that much of a surprise that what she had anticipated was worse than reality. She did feel love for her son, although sometimes she caught her thoughts straying to his father as she watched him.
Today, for whatever reason, she could not get her attack out of her mind. She felt trapped in the den, knowing that her son was too young to be left even inside alone. She couldn�t stay inside for one more minute, though. Gently picking her son up by the grey fur of his neck, she lifted him up and carefully crawled out of the den and into the sunlight. It was a fairly warm day for spring, thankfully, so as long as she stayed next to him, he shouldn�t be too cold. She placed him gently onto the ground and curled up next to him. He still hadn�t opened his eyes yet, but he was only a few days old. He had already grown though, and was significantly larger than he had been at birth.
Alana sighed, closing her own eyes and letting the sun warm her fur. Being sequestered inside hadn�t done anything to ease her paranoia. The sun felt good on her face and the smell of salt in the air calmed her. Grendal was curled against her and the claustrophobia she had felt before in her den was gone. She felt at peace, at least for the moment.

�speaks like this�

Alana
. female . six years . 29 inches 85 pounds . no mate . no life . Glorall .
. mother of Grendal .

Kerowyn

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