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 soft crackle of fresh morning dew and summertime grass echoed out into the air. A settled wave of heat kept the early risers at bay and inside the confines of their dens to enjoy the last little bit of cooled comfort. The birds sat in lower branches of the trees hidden fully in the envelope of shade that the canopy cast and down below the smaller creatures scavenged the forest floor one last time before retiring into their own chilled holes and homes to waste away the afternoon heat. The soft songs lulled the inhabitants into a serene sleep, save the wandering Ethiopian Queen. The fiery feathered lady found herself drawn out into the song-filled world, the gentle thrum of her paws against the terra creating a pulse for the tunes to which the birds sang along with. Some notes rose high into the sky pulling upon the tautest strings releasing the clearest belle-like sound and like a chromatic chord other creatures would chime in offering their own little notes. And the resounding call was magnificent. It was an orchestral sound worthy of praise and attention that the Queen wished to offer. Instead of stating words, she sang them. Her lyrical voice transcended above all else, the poetic cadence transformed into a rhythmic beat, and the smooth flow of words came along just as easy. The soft little tune fell from her lips, but was interrupted by her abrupt halt. A soft howl echoed back to Dante’s auditories in the silence that had been created. Someone new?

A small smile tilted velvet lips up and violet-storm portals looked into the depth of undergrowth towards the sound. A childish excitement filled the Queen of Bright Moon, for this owner of this voice was the first to join her home after the removal of the Ursidae. Many of her comrades, herself included, were still in a process of mending. Wounds that were inflicted from the bear were not to be taken lightly. The Ethiopian lady had been lucky to escape with her life. The wound upon her skull was superficial, and had teeth gone into bone she would have likely died from the trauma. Dante was more than grateful to have kept her life, her family, and now Bright Moon. She didn’t really know what she would have done if the whole thing had fallen through, but there was no time to dwell on this thought she had matters to attend to!

Petite limbs pulled the fire framed woman from the shadows of a clearing into the sparsely lit undergrowth of the pack. Dante, still unfamiliar with the pack lands, had decided to stick to the trails left behind before she attempted to blaze her own. A small, dusty trail weaved away into the darkness heading in a general direction of the small voice that had rang out not so long ago. The Inferno Queen quickened her gait and pulled up to the border within the hour. A sheen of sweat made her fur gleam in the late afternoon light as she stepped out to face the figurine before her. What Dante was not expecting to see was a pup. Alone. The Queen stepped forward, treading lightly upon the ground so as not to disturb the child or upset her. Welcome to the borders of Bright Moon miss. Dante smiled down to the babe, seeing the shadow of her own little sister haloing the young soul, What brings you to our home? Her voice held a note of doting affection. She knew what it felt like to be lost in a world larger than ones imagination. Dante understood more than most gave her credit for, though she did not care to laden her family with the burdens of her past anyways.
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