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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{|| dakota || male || bright moon || omega || no mate || greensmurf ||}
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Dakota sighed a breath of relief when the wolf on fire let it be known their first objective, their Plan A, was to chase the bear away as opposed to trying to immediately kill the beast. No matter which way they approached, this situation was dangerous. The cream and rust coated male agreed that the risk was lessened if they didn’t try to go tooth and fang with the bear. She went on to describe a plant that could aid them in this struggle. He listened to every word that was exhaled from her maw. The subject of herbs and berries and other such things was quite unfamiliar to him. His home pack didn’t really have a healer, not in the traditional sense, and he had never had the opportunity to learn about things like this. Even outside of learning its usefulness in the coming battle, Dakota was always eager to sponge up information in new subjects.

He found himself paired with Nimueh, tasked with bringing the hive down on the bear. His dark woodsy eyes spared a glance at his partner in this in a sort of acknowledgement, and then his focus quickly returned back to their leader. Being introspective as he was, Dakota was tempted to let his thoughts branch off and begin thinking of different ways to approach the assignment but he didn’t allow himself to become distracted from what Dante was saying. That was definitely something he would have to readjust to when it came to living in a pack again. Sometimes other wolves needed your attention and that didn’t mean sharing your attention with your inner monologue.

Towards the end of her instructions, another wolf approached the group. At first he shrugged it off as another newcomer seeking companionship just like everyone else in the group had done. However, this was quickly dismissed as it was clear this wolf and Dante knew each other. Another sister, maybe? was his first thought. He wasn’t sure why that was his first thought. Dante was a distinct breed of wolf and this other wolf didn’t look like her enough to assume they were related. Not by a long shot. He couldn’t help a small smile when he watched them interact. It was a contagious kind of giddiness that he was reacting to. They greeted each other and then Dante introduced her friend as Saoirse. Dakota offered the dip of his skull to the new lady and again returned his attention to Dante. She had business to take care of regarding her younger sister – namely getting her to safety. He knew that feeling; keeping a youngling safe even against their wishes.

As soon as their queen was out of sight, everyone began meandering away from the lakeside to prep themselves in whatever ways they needed to. As soon as he had the area to himself Dakota let out a heavy sigh. The possibility of someone or multiple someones getting hurt was thick in the air. The possibility of failure was, he thought, not overwhelmingly large but still out there lurking as well. He sat down by the water’s edge. His preparation came in the form of meditation. Or at least something akin to it. The sinister side of being an introspective soul was the tendency to suffocate beneath your thoughts. He allowed everything to play out in his mind. One possibility at a time played like a movie to his mind’s eye; every possible fatality, every victorious movement, every bee sting. All his anxieties had their way with his mind and then worked their way out. When his mind was clear and he was able to fine tune his focus onto the task at hand, he rose up from the sandy surface. Time to go home.

He made quick time down the path towards Bright Moon. He met up with the rest of the group there and after Dante gave final instruction, he and Nimueh split off from the others. He lowered himself so the entirety of his pelt was easier for his companion to reach as she rubbed him down with peppermint. She had explained to him about the purpose of this and he eagerly agreed. He wasn’t going to play it cool and pretend he didn’t like the idea of avoiding being stung if possible. Okay, well maybe the eagerness wasn’t all because of the peppermint. He would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the touch of the she-wolf’s muzzle against his body. As he reminded himself that now isn’t the time for this she let a purr forth, causing a shiver to make its way down his spine. Once he was fully masked in the peppermint he stood back up and faced Nimueh. Dark, intelligent eyes watched her as she sniffed out their target and then relayed to him information that he honestly would not have picked up on until they were face-to-face with the hive. It was wasps… not bees. He wasn’t sure what to do with that information other than possibly be a little more on guard, but he was thankful to know it anyways. She continued on to give him a plan of action and he nodded, agreeing that it was a good idea to use the branch as she suggested. He grabbed his end of the branch, trying his best to ignore the deafening drone of the wasps, and then followed her movements as they rushed at the bear. In his last couple steps before letting go he pushed his muscles as hard as he could, giving the branch a good extra oompf as it launched from their muzzles. His paws dug in behind him as he scurried backwards, distancing himself away from the hive and the bear and all of it as quickly as he could.




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