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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The lack of moonlight makes for poor visibility, even for predators used to hunting at night. Perhaps fortunately for Bright Moon, the gentle lull in activity has prevented the bear from seeking out any packmates left alone and ignorant of its progress through the territory . . . but that means the beast hears Summer’s call all the better. Acting on a strong instinctual sense of dominance, the bear releases its attention from a nearly stripped berry bush and charges toward the loudest source of noise, footfalls heavy and loud.

It does not take long for the colossal shape to explode from the brittle undergrowth, a bone-shaking roar exploding from its broad muzzle. It’s eyes immediately snap toward the ghostly glowing form of Aimery; without breaking stride the enormous monster barrels toward the lad before rearing up onto its hind limbs and swiping violently at its target. One flat paw almost catches Aimery directly across the skull—a hit that would knock the soldier out cold and deal a serious concussion—but Danger, whose black pelt is better concealed in the darkness, lunges blindly and clamps his jaws around the bear’s wrist at the last second—effectively throwing its aim. Long talons scrape over Aimery’s brow and draw blood, but that is the extent of what might have been a serious attack.

Danger is not able to hold on to the bear for long. With a savage growl the giant enemy swings its forelimb and shakes off the black wolf—flinging him roughly into a tree. Danger hits the trunk with a thunk across the ribs. Nothing is broken, but as he struggles to stand with the wind knocked from his lungs, he can feel a deep bruise beginning to form.

As this lightning-fast scene unfolds, brave Summer has been calculating the best angle to strike his opponent without endangering his wolves or wasting his own life by taking a stupid risk. As the bear slams back down to all fours he thinks he sees his chance—but then the vicious monster pivots, jowls unfolding and yellow fangs parting in a saliva-drenched snarl. It rushes into Summer’s space before he can slip away and pins him against a tree, one paw pressed firmly to the wolf’s chest. The pack needs to react quickly before the bear harms their King!


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