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’.

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Winter was on its way in Blossom. The air was growing colder with each day and it seemed to be darker longer. The days grew shorter as the night grew longer and the foliage began to change. The colors of the leaves had already changed and now the leaves were falling, scattering around the earth and making it more difficult to travel stealthily through the trees with dead leaves crunching underfoot. Those that were older would know that they needed to hunt as much as they could now before all the prey hibernated for the winter and it became increasingly difficult to find food. Those that were younger hopefully had someone older to help them through the harsher times. Summer’s thoughts went to his niece…daughter…Nzingha, and what it would be like for her when she went through her first winter. The brute made sure to hunt, whether with her or without her, to make sure there was enough for both himself and for his new family member. He often worried about her even though she seemed to be adjusting well to the life in this pack. He just wanted her to be happy.

The smoky colored brute had been doing his best to balance life with his new family and with his pack that had been with him for many years now. He could not let things go slack that he was responsible for, such as the safety of his packmates, even when everything seemed to be quiet. He felt guilty that he had been too busy to call a pack meeting lately and he hoped that his friends and pack members would understand when it did happening, which he hoped was soon. One night, when Summer couldn’t sleep, too many thoughts swimming through his head, he pushed his way through the den, making sure that Nzingha was asleep and safe before leaving. He smiled as he quietly slipped past her, not wanting to disturb her with her slumber. The only light coming through the foliage tonight was from the stars, and it seemed particularly dark without the comfort of the moon’s light. But he knew the moon would grow and bring more and more light with each passing night. The dark did not bother him, it was something he had grown up with and gotten used to long ago. It was like a comforting friend now.

Summer’s form headed to the borders that he had been familiar with for a long time now. There had been some disturbances along the borders that he had been keeping an eye on lately, but had not yet brought it to the attention of his pack. He did not know what the threat level was and did not want to make others panic. His thoughts went to one of his newest friends, Amalthea, and how easily frightened she often became and he did not want to make her, and the rest of the pack, feel as if they were not safe here. Carcasses had been seen near, or even at, the borders of Bright Moon, carcasses that were not taken down by wolves, but something much larger and potentially more dangerous. Trees had been disfigured, deep gauges of claws of something that could never come from a wolf had left him feeling on edge. Maybe he should have alerted his pack to the potential danger sooner, but right now things did not seem any different.

As Summer drew closer to the border he hoped that there were no new signs of danger nearby. Instead dread and the beginnings of fear filled him. There were new tracks, and they were in the territory now. The beast that had been lingering at the borders had finally decides to cross. He followed them through the trees, needing to make sure that there was no further destruction left from this bear. The tracks were dangerously close to some of the dens of his packmates, and he could not risk anything happening to them. It could travel to his and Nzignha’s den next and he knew that could be dangerous. The time to act was now before the bear decided that one of his friends was to be his next target. Summer knew that he could not take down a bear by himself, and trying to run a bear out of his territory would be stupidly dangerous to attempt on his own. So he needed to call for his pack. He lifted his muzzle to the sky, letting his vocals ring out through the trees. It was a demanding call for his pack to mates to come to him and to the needs of their home. Together they would be able to take this on.


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**Summer**Brute**Lover to None**Father Figure to Nzingha**ALPHA OF BRIGHT MOON**Adult**Brother of Lady, Nymeria, Grey Wind, Rickon, and Ghost**Violet**








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