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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No one. Not a soul seemed to be stirring in her pack lands. Nimueh had been the only one to receive her call and actually answer it. And when it was only the two of them… well things had a tendency to get heated. And fast. Dante had no complaints about this ‘friends with benefits’ fling they had going on, because at this point her heart seemed to be only dabbling in the pleasure she found. There was nothing that shouted out love, about their little relationship of sorts. Whatever it was that existed between them now could go on to be something more singular and one on one, but at this rate Dante knew full well that she was Nimueh’s only entertainment for the night. The Ethiopian was no particularly bothered by the fact, she had been akin to sexually spreading herself, but she had known many a wolf to do so and was accustomed to the life style choices that wolves like that made. It was an each to their own, kind of mind set. Dante did what she wanted, and she didn’t complain about the life style choices of those that she met. That was just courtesy in her opinion.

But that didn’t seem to be the case for everyone.

There had been wolves in her life time that had fought with her over how she handled herself and went about her life. Their rigid societal standards had crushed her down while she inhabited their lands and tried to keep up her Seeker’s duties. They would question her day in and day out, why this, why that? And it was not a matter of suggestion when they told her how to do things. They commanded it of her, but there were some of those rigid cultures that knew her position well enough to know what she did was strenuous enough and that she needed no one else to press down upon her limited freedom. For that was the irony of being a Seeker. One had the freedom to roam and wander the earth, but in these journeys you had to come to understand and know every culture and each wolf that you crossed. Good or Evil. Kind or Sadistic. It didn’t matter. And Dante had loved this calling up until the day she had left it behind, though one never truly left the grasps of being a Seeker.

Once a seeker, always a seeker. That was just how things went.

Dante had come to Blossom Forest to escape her marauding past and she had done some with seeming effortlessness. She had run into no huge barrier or consequences that she herself could not handle, but at this moment she was struggling to connect with anyone, save Nimueh. It seemed that only they remained within the pack lands. Where was Dakota? Or Rodan? Even the babe at the borders had seemed to quietly wander away from her visionaries and senses. So instead of calling a meeting once more Dante wandered. She roamed aimlessly and without purpose or direction. She did not have a starting or a stopping point, because mentally she was not there. Dante had checked out in a sense, everything was overwhelming her and she could not deal with it any longer. She felt as if in a sense she had let down these wolves that she had so proudly called together. Though in reality none of them seemed to have remained. Dante circled around and around the lands of Bright Moon, a single decision sitting at her shoulders. Would she be better to let go of the crown and return to her simple wanderings? Would it better for them all?

And the sad truth was that she found no reason good enough to hold on. Dante felt herself slipping away under the crown and before she lost herself fully she would relinquish the power that threatened to suffocate her. The Ethiopian lady treaded heavily to the border of Bright Moon, unsure of how to say goodbye. She did not want to slip away unnoticed but thought better of drawing too much attention to herself. So she simply tilted back her crown, feeling the metaphorical weight drop from her fiery feathered shoulders as she let out a singular howl.

A last goodbye.

[OOC: Dante is no longer Alpha of Bright Moon. The pack has no leader at this point in time.]
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