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 ||}

Everyone has a testimony.

A testimony is one’s life story but only elaborating on the points in their life that were defining moments for them. The moments that shaped them into the success story or messy being they were at the time of telling. Some wolves had testimonies that could go on for hours. Their entire life was a struggle up to the point they were at now. Most wolves had a mildly good or mildly bad puphood followed by two or three major events that they had endured and grown from since. Dakota’s was more simple than most. He had a great childhood. A couple siblings from an older litter and a couple siblings from the same litter. Both parents around, one dying from a hunting accident when he was a teen and the other from some sort of sickness when he was a young adult. Normal stuff for a wolf. He had some awkward times as a teenager, some embarrassing failed hunts while being trained, but more or less came out of it without scars, emotional or otherwise. As a young adult he found himself with a low but honorable rank and a mate in the form of a lovely lady in the pack and the next year they had a litter of their own. Things were good. Until they weren’t. Until the incident that he couldn’t bring himself to recall by name.

Before the incident he was a little on the socially nervous side, coming off more shy than anything, but he never had panic attacks. He had some restless nights when he would rather wander than sleep but he never had the insomnia that made him ache and gave him headaches. He never had more than an occasional nightmare unlike the haunting visions that visited him nearly every time he managed to actually fall asleep. He could carry on like he always could, make jokes at good times and be a genuinely nice guy. The team player. But he was a damaged wolf. He was doing his best to hold together the fractured pieces of himself.

In the weeks since they group had won their territory away from the bear, Dakota had been lying low. He would make a sweep of the territory every now and again. He was probably the most physically intact, especially immediately following the attack, so he kept guard for the territory allowing the others to rest as much as they needed. As the others gained their strength, he loosened his grip on the borders. They were just as much his to keep secure as any other pack member. Even when he was the only one up and around there had been no activity on the border to speak of. No hostiles or friendlies. He tried to catch a few rabbits or squirrels each day and store them in the pack’s cache so the others could take as they needed. Other than these self-assigned chores, there was nothing to do but lay low. And laying low gave way to less manageable trains of thought. Some days if there was nothing left to do to keep busy he found himself trying to just sleep.

Tonight he was up, roaming leisurely around the border. He usually wouldn’t do a border check at such a late hour but he couldn’t sleep. It wasn’t nightmares or even insomnia that was getting him tonight. The summer was relentless and while it had kindly given way to autumn, tonight happened to be harshly hot. It was like in spring when you were sure all the snowy days of winter were past and you’d get one or two days in the middle of the season that were cold enough for a shallow frost to appear. Summer’s fingertips were refusing to loosen their grip on the night and it was too hot for the thick pelted male to sleep comfortably, even in the den that was carved into a small hillside. When the night was so terribly hot and humid even the coolness of the den couldn’t fight it back. He roamed the border, entertaining the thought of turning away from the pack for a quick trip back to the lake where it had all begun. He hated the thought of leaving since the pack hadn’t regrouped since just after the attack, but would he really miss a call so late at night? He was sure he could go and be back by the earliest flickering of the sunrise in the morning. Dakota let out a huff and continued tracing his way around the territory, deciding against leaving for the time.


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