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’.


Final Roll

The bear had roared in rage when the brute had pushed the she-wolf aside, but still managed to bite her flesh even though it had only been a graze. And as Ursula called for her mate, her call was cut short by a scream from yet another wolf, another fae who rushed in to attack the great bear. Dante had attempted to slide beneath the bear to scratch at her abdomen, but the bear’s abdomen hung too low to the ground for the varg to get any real purchase on her flesh. Small, superficial scrapes cut through her flesh, piercing it, but the bear hardly noticed. Instead, she backed up a step and bent down to try to bite down on the wolf’s head that was now between her front paws… but her teeth merely scraped against the thin layer of skin laying atop the skull, her jaw not being at the correct angle to get a good hold on the wolf’s skull. The wound would bleed profusely, but would heal just fine as long as it was kept clean. As Dante scurried away from the bear, with the bees stinging her, Ursula glanced up, still nearly blind from the stinging wasps and the inflamed skin around her eyes, but saw the brute who had pushed the small she-wolf out of her way run at her. Ursula reared up on her hindquarters and pulled her leg safely away from his probing teeth and struck out at him. The tips of her claw just managed to scrape at Dakota’s flesh as he dodged away from her…

Ursula had every intention to follow after Dakota and attack him… but then ringing footprints sounded behind her… the first wolf she had attacked was going after her again! His teeth sunk down into the flesh of her hind limb, but as she had begun to turn to face him, his teeth merely tore flesh free from around her hock, missing her bone completely. Ursula continued her swing around and swiped out at him as well, her claw caught him full on. The full power of her shoulder was behind her strike and did a significant amount of damage… planting a wound on him that impaired his motion and would be fatal if it was not treated… and fast…

And then came the sound of a thousand footfalls behind her, scurrying up the brush… had the wolves come with more? Ursula screamed in rage and turned to face them, but could not focus on their forms – her vision was too marred by the inflammation cause by the wasp stings… and so she turned and ran from the wolves… ran as quickly as she could and could only hope that at some point, she would find their mate an that they would return to this pack an reclaim it.

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