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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I find myself walking the beaches of Glorall, trying to find someone else to talk to. I'm still on task for Eden after all. Though I may have interviewed Jaidah and got her in our good graces, she has yet to show up like she said she would so I don't know how much stock Eden will put in what I said. I would hope he knows I wouldn't lie about meeting with her but I want to prove myself to him. I need to talk to more wolves, interview them and find out what they want in a pack, in a leader. I need to gather data for Eden to show him that I am what he needs for the job of Arbitrator.

When I hear the barking, I don't think much of it at first. Just children playing. But when I hear the hiss of a lynx, I know that sound and my hackles stand on end. Why is a lynx in Glorall? They usually stay to the outer edges of the packlands. Food must be scarce or they wouldn't dare come into the pack lands. I race toward the sound, sure that whoever is there with the lynx is either hurt by now or scared. As I race over the sand dunes, I see the yearling girl backing away, her ears back.

I bark to announce my presence, hoping to turn the lynx toward me and distract it. "When you get an opening, don't hesitate. Just run." I tell the girl as calmly as I can as I put myself between her and the lynx. My lips curl back and I snarl at the large cat, ducking under the swipe of its paw before I lunge in, snapping my jaws toward the lynx's face, hoping to bluff it into leaving.



Tristan.male.8 years old.son of Enigma & Cobryn.brother to Solitaire & Viora.father of none.tied to Shiloh.bound by none. 35in. 160#.deaf in right ear.Glorall



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