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

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Posted on June 10, 2014 at 04:12:03 PM by riopat

It was early when the young medic began to make her rounds, first checking on the newborns from the pair she met earlier in the season. They seemed fine, the mother healthy enough despite tiredness, i gave her poppy seeds and lavender sprigs to keep the pain amd stress away. It seemed enough, and the woman had little to fear now. It is not until she goes to sleep that the medic seems to find her calm self, spring finding her to be rather restless with the need to be vigilant at all times, often a source of her lack of sleep.

Dark navy eyes find the pale trace of gold at the horizon of stars and sky to match her irises, her gaze holding wonder for the gaseous balls of plasmic light. Of course, she can only assume they are made of gas, like trapped steam. She moves now to check on Rogue and her new companion, having noticed the gradual swell of the white eared female's girth. Imagine her surprise when she finds the den empty and the smell of birthing in her nostrils, presented in a change of scent, the urgency in the air.

She made her way, black nose to the sandy ground as she followed Rogue's trail. Blood grows stronger in its metallic presence as Riopat moves cautiously toward what appeared to be a birthing den. Expertly chosen in locale and decoration, making her wonder if the one called Malina had dug the hole herself or if she had run the old occupants off.

Ever the respectful female, Riopat waits shyly by the entrance, not wanting to intrude upon their new found...joy? She was unsure if Rogue or Malina would enjoy children. Either way, she clears her throat and announces herself, maintaining a polite and innocent seeming tone. "Excuse me, but may I ask how the whelping went? I am sorry to intrude, as pack medic it is my duty and joy to see to the medical wellbeing of the pack. Is there any tearing or excessive bleeding? If so, i will have to fetch more supplies." Nervousness caused her to ramble, but her message was clear. Is her assistance needed?

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