Where once the southern border of Blossom Forest was made by Leisure Lake, the magical rearrangement of the lands has laid there instead a vast, uncrossable ocean. The shore differs as you travel along it. Tall mountainous cliffs arise on the western part and at one point, the large river that runs through Blossom Forest opens up at its tributary into a well sheltered cove. As you come more eastward, the towering peaks shorten into rocky foothills. A large section of the shore is inaccessible to most, as Uyaraut has claimed it as their own. But if you skirt around their territory, the hills disappear, swallowed up into the land until it is as flat as the eye can see. The vibrant greens dull into short and dry browns and tans, and the land dries and cracks apart until it melds into The Waste - the desert that forms Blossom Forestís easternmost border.

For those looking to hunt here, there are of course the fish within the ocean, along with crabs, seals and urchins. For on the shore, there are seagulls, herons, and ospreys.

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Paws of steel and ash pound the dirt, sending up swirls of dust and microscopic pieces of shells. Muscles in the limbs pull the bones to move, move, move, until he is at a full run, sprinting for the feeling of dew cooling the body and the wind rustling the fur. The body moves in an odd space between that of a mechanic, robotic, instinctual sprint and a free, wild, unrestricted lope. Eyes matching the paws take in the new landscape; his new home, noting the lack of water showing itself in the browned leaves and brittle grass beneath his paws. The mutt of a wolf has come from a land very much different than this one, much further North, in a land of near constant snow. This new stifling heat is very strange, and quite frankly, has caused the brute a new and uncomfortable sensation - that of causing an unbearable scent. The moment his nose picked up on the scent of a large body of water, he started to run towards it. The sun was still low, sitting almost below the horizon, but still giving just enough light for the brute to see what was directly in front of him. After what was probably no more than ten minutes, he came across the water he had previously scented. The ashen brute slowed to a slow trot, his tongue lolling out of his mouth, lungs taking in more air than they would after a brisk walk.

He came out of the brush and immediately spotted a form that did not look plantlike laying on the beach. The mutt dropped slightly lower and quickly thought over the situation. After a brief moment, he had come up with what vaguely resembled a plan. He walked towards the other, giving him a wide berth, in what looked like a semicircle around the mysterious other. The mutt let his breathing be a little easier heard, and let his ashen paws hit the ground with more sound than before. He opened his maw, eyes slightly downcast as to not challenge the other and cause a scuffle, and spoke, "Why hello, other creature." His voice was quiet, but due to it's depth it carried quite easily. In his very faint Indian accent, picked up from who knows where, he spoke once more, "I am Raja Chandra, I hope I did not alarm you."

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