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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Time etched itself into the earth, wearing away at it until eventually one day it would be gone, like all the current inhabitants. Their lives would go on, they would go through the prime of their lives, reach a mature stage, grow old and eventually. And through that time one could only hope to achieve happiness in life, maybe find love, have pups and raise a family. Some would do this in the safety of a pack and others would venture through life unprotected and loners. And some wouldn’t settle for following, like the Ethiopian Queen, they would rise up, call upon the land’s leader, and challenge them to protect or fall in their wake. For Dante, the fight was no ordinary brawl. Rather she had called together her pack prematurely, gathered them, explained to them and saw who would stick around and fight with her. For Bright Moon was not ruled by wolves it had been controlled by bears. The massive wretched beasts had torn through and ravaged the land, most of the scars still visible and some bleeding. The wolves themselves had the wounds, tales to tell and not one commonly heard. For that Dante prided herself and those she had worked with to gain the crown of this pack. Which now sat proudly upon her cranium, and though invisible to the true eye, it was in her walk and poise that one could tell that Dante was a Queen.

So there she sat, centered in her little ringlet of trees. Their outlined limbs and barren branches outstretched into the sky. Reaching for the sun’s last rays of warmth and what little drops of water were offered to them on those peculiarly “warm” days. Though none of them were truly warm, there were occasional days where the snow did not fall in flakes but rather slushy droplets causing the ground to go mushy underfoot in areas where snow did not lay. But at this rate that would not last, soon all the ground would be blanketed in white and only a few braves souls would venture out and only for very good reason, like food. It was winter and the wolves of Bright Moon needed to treat it as such for prey would become scarce and heat not so easily kept. Dante was already feeling that herself. Her cropped, fiery feathers were serving as a minimal barrier against the icy touch of the air and ground. It made her wish dearly to call upon the one figure who could keep her more than warm… at night, that is.

And speak of the devil.

Pushing and weaving up against her side, the scent of her infiltrated every sense that Dante could have used or imagined. The sparking between them brewed the fire in her chest and the Queen felt her blood coursing hotter and faster through her veins. A bubbling purr rumbled out of her chest, knowing full well that the two of them were still very much alone. Did you miss me, darling? Have your nights been lonely without me to warm your bed and your... Well... There was warmth seeping down through her entire being, With your touch a spark becomes a flame, and well any hopes of staying warm without it seems quite hopeless, I dare say. The soft touch of her tongue against her cheek left a searing trail where it touched and being to mesmerized it took Dante a moment to recognize it as gone. Slowly stones of violet turned to face the colorless seers that belonged to the seductress, but instead she found her eye drawn to the sudden and stark white the coated Nimueh’s shoulders, Do you like my pelt, sweetness? It shall be the new fashion, surely.

Dante chuckled to herself, never having seen such a thing done before, but she couldn’t help the curiousness of it all. And tell me darling, would you not share on such a chilly winter’s eve? A soft wink of an eyelid hinted at the flirtatious dialogue she was beginning to open up. Even though this meeting had been with all intentions of being a pack meeting, should no others show it might turn elsewhere.

Time would only tell.
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