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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

He kept himself settled for the most part, back prickling now and then in the strangest way. It was as though he had unfinished business, but he couldn�t place what it might be. By the time he tugs on that little thread, though, there Natu is. She is against his shoulder, rolling his head in that scent that meant safety and love and healing. He rumbles a happy almost-puppylike groan and smiles gently at her urging to play as a family. It was a rare thing, but he understood better why they lingered in this place. She had a goal.

And far be it from him that he should temper that curious mind.

Then there she goes, off to their children and he is not far behind. He had not been playful, even as a boy, always so serious as he tended to be, but when she playfully bounds - he does not miss a step in shovel-nosing his children from behind and encouraging them to follow the example of their mother. Alistair and Arthfael were serious enough like him to make up seven litters, afterall.

�Come, do as your mother says, let�s hop to it.� he says in a whisper, like a secret. �Or else she might fling herself about like a floppy riverfish and embarrass you in front of your friends.� he teases, light of heart for this moment.

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