Perhaps changed most of all out of all of the packs is this place. It was stripped out of its forested home and now instead lays at the edge of an ocean. The vast sparkling eternity of the water lays to the south of the land, while the rest of the land is made of rocky outjuttings. Gone are the trees, and all that remains for greenery are the short shrubs that dot the paths in the rock, and the moss that grows thanks to the spray of the waves. Further toward the shore, barnacles are a plenty, and look to cut the pads of those who slip on the wet surface. These extend out into the water itself, and the tough land has multiple caverns scraped into it, providing ample dens for the wolves that live there. Depending on the tide, however, the lower caverns may flood, and the vicious swirling water may prove to be dangerous as there is a strong undertide ready to pull unsuspecting swimmers to their doom. Even the tide itself is powerful enough to push intruders against one cliff or another. The ocean does provide, however, plenty of food for those who brave the waters - there are many breeds of seals and sea lions, though the males that protect each of these are vicious and territorial. There are also turtles that come ashore to breed and to lay their eggs - both the adults and the eggs themselves can provide sustenance to the wolves. But they must take care - the water is deep enough to allow sharks to come to shore from the depths below. Those unwilling to venture the waves or wet their paws with the moist sand of the shore can find snakes and hares in the rocky outcroppings, but they must beware the Komodo dragon and other monitor lizards that perch upon the shore - they are swift and move in groups, not to mention they carry venom in their bite that causes immense pain, paralysis, and prevents blood clotting. This is not the land for the weak of heart or the weak at all really. This is Uyaraut - ‘The Diamond in the Rough’.


betrayal knows my name [battle training>]

betrayal knows my name

Being given a purpose had bolstered Scion's once-flagging morale. Without an assignment to carry out, he had felt as if he was not of any use to this new alpha. He had patrolled the territory in never-ending, almost desperate loops, he had collected small prey items for the king and anyone who wished to eat them, and he had tried to meet with new comers when they appeared, but even so he had felt terribly useless. Uselessness made him feel expendable. Being expendable made him feel, both consciously and unconsciously, scared. This fear had twisted and coiled like a snake in the pit of his belly, increasing the paranoia of his thoughts and driving him to a strange, near bi-polar state. He plunged between maniac activity and swirling melancholy, tossed by his turbulent emotions like a ship on a stormy ocean.

When Summer had come to him, Scion had been even tenser than usual, barely restraining himself from flinching at each sudden movement that the alpha made. He had thought that he was to be disciplined for his recent failures, or that somehow the lord had heard of his past and was finally - and rightfully - coming to exile him from the lands. When Summer had spoken instead, asking him to help train the vargs of Bright Moon in the art of battle, he had been immensely relieved. The relief was not only situational. It went deeper than that, smoothing the raging tempest that had been building within his chest and replacing it with a calm sense of duty. In his time in Bright Moon so far, he had not been utilized properly as a tool, and now he would be. To be given a chance to be valuable to the pack was something that Scion was immensely grateful for.

Not long after the lord's order had been issued to him, the wraith-like canine had set out to prepare for the gathering. He trotted through the forest, ducking betwixt and between the towering forms of the trees with a confident surety toward a large clearing that he knows will suit his purposes well. He does not travel for long before he has arrived in the arena. He gives the grassy space a scan with eyes the colour of emerald, making sure that there are no uncharted hazards. It would not do for one of the warriors of Bright Moon to be injured while under his tutelage. Luckily, he finds nothing more dangerous than a few sharp sticks in the long grass, which he removes daintily. That being finished, he strides to the center of the clearing where he stands. His maw opens, revealing a hint of sharp, pearly white teeth as he inhales deeply. His head tilts back, toward the clear blue sky, and he allows a single note to issue forth from his throat, politely calling for the wolves involved to assemble.



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