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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Everything started to happen at an accelerated pace. The events around him. The movement of every furry creature in the area. His heartbeat.

It was almost enough to knock him on his ass. If not for the group of wolves he was with; the pack that came together as strangers at the lake and left as a family. He was there for them and he wasn’t going to allow himself to lose his focus now. He had not heard the crack of the twig or even realized that Rodan had been spotted until he saw the bear swiping her massive claws at him. It looked like the wasps were, at the least, disorienting to the creature. Before he had a chance to devise a plan of action, the lumbering grizzly was swiping in the direction of him and Nimueh. Her claws made harsh contact with his russet companion and that was enough to snap him into action. He took no time to think it through or consider every possibility like he normally would. It was pure fight-or-flight driving him; the instinct to protect his pack mate.

The bear went for another swipe at the small she-wolf. The daggers on her paws had just barely made contact again when Dakota’s body hit Nimueh’s, shoving her off to the side into some shrubbery, hopefully putting her out of the bear’s range. He felt terrible for possibly bruising the vixen’s shoulder but he was sure whatever damage he’d done was far less significant than what the bear could do to Nimueh’s dainty frame. He ducked down, avoiding any contact from the bear whose paw was probably still coming down from when she struck out at Nimueh. His dark eyes caught movement around the underside the bear and noted the flash of fire red. Dante. The leader was putting herself right in the mix and, after looking at Nimueh once more to make sure she was out of the way, he threw himself at the bear. She still seemed a little disoriented from the wasps, the majority of which had gathered in an attacking cloud of tiny devils around her face. The alpha was also likely serving as a distraction to some degree. As Dante did her work on the creature, he darted to one side of the bear and then lunged toward the back of her front leg. He aimed to grab the soft flesh under her arm. It was mostly muscle and wouldn’t do much long term damage but it would hurt like a bitch. Soft areas like that were full of nerves and hell, if he managed to leave a significant mark then putting weight down on that leg wouldn’t be in her favor.

If he managed to grab the skin there, he would clamp down with his jaws as tightly as he could. From here it all depended on how the bear reacted. If he was able to get his feet placed sturdily on the ground, he would jerk backwards, hoping to tear skin and muscle. If he his foot placement was loose and unreliable, likely due to the movement of the bear, he would shake his body as violently as possible, again the goal being to do as much damage and cause as much pain as possible. Once his attack was finished, or if he didn’t manage to grab her leg at all, he would dodge backwards and create some space between them. After reassessing the situation he heard Dante let out a desperate and angry howl He looked towards her; to see if she was prepping an attack or if she needed to signal him. When the bear began attacking anyone else other than him, he would jump at the bear and begin nipping it then backing away, nipping it, then backing away, over and over more to be annoying than actually damaging, anything to get its attention away from the other wolf.




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