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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Ever since the incident with the brindle wolf, I've kept to myself, trying to sort through my thoughts. How do I feel about his death? Do I grieve the wolf that I didn't know, the wolf that admitted to killing my father and EATING his corpse? It's too disgusting to even think about. My shoulders cringe at the mere thought. I didn't mean to kill him though. I just got so caught up in trying to protect Solitaire that I lost control. I never felt the urge to cry over the wolf's death but I couldn't stop thinking about him either way. I found myself wanting to know more about a dead wolf than ever before. Where's his family? Does he have one? Did he have children? Do they know that he killed someone? Does he always eat what he kills? Does he even EAT prey animals or does he just eat his own kind? So many questions and yet no way to answer them now that he's gone.

Worse than all that, I haven't had the nerve to talk to Solitaire about it at all. I don't even know what to say and I think he was just as surprised as I am. I didn't want to see what was in his eyes when he looks at me now though. Does he think I'm a monster? Does he think I killed him on purpose? I would think my brother knows me better than that by now. We've spent almost every waking moment together since he came back to Glorall. We've been hunting together and playing together and talking and sharing our stories. He knows I wouldn't try to kill someone right? I can only hope so.

When I see my brother's familiar form coming toward me, I pause for a moment. I feel ashamed that the thought actually crosses my mind to avoid him altogether and go the other way before he sees me. No, he's my brother. If anyone can understand, it's him. Straightening up as I try to up my confidence, I offer a hesitant wag of my tail and pull my lips into a small smile, my eyes shining with family adoration even though I'm a little off center about this whole thing. "Hey...what cha been up to?"



Tristan.male.7 years old.son of Enigma & Cobryn.brother to Solitaire & Viora.father of none.tied to none.bound by none. 35in. 160#.deaf in right ear.Glorall



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