Glorall

Disaster has struck!
Flooding from the north has taken its toll on Glorall. The large tides combined with the increase in water draining from the Ruieze River has flooded the lower regions of the pack. The sandy soil, compounded with so much water, has toppled a lot of trees. Traveling is difficult even when the water is shallower, with the sandy soil below being difficult to find traction on. The daily tides seem to keep the level of flooding fairly consistent, too.

During the low tide, wolves may be able to move around the higher dunes (with some difficulty) but during high tide, the pack is almost impossible to safely navigate. Swimming is possible, but the risk of currants and surges from either the ocean or the river are very real. The island off of the coast of Glorall is untouched by either issue, although it is incredibly difficult to find your way there without being an adept swimmer with plenty of good luck!

Note: Glorall will reopen once 30 posts have been completed (or at Staff discretion). During this time, new threads will receive a 'Surprise','Disaster', and prizes. Glorall is currently not open for challenges.


THE HERE AND NOWALPHA OF GLORALL
Elohim

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There is much to scent in Glorall for the wolves were a varied mass that swarmed and dissipated often, despite Natiya's limited knowledge. As the breeze shifts once more into a wild whirlwind, the silver lady lifts her nose up into it with a deep inhale. The scents explode across her taste bud. Makes, females, pups, and various wildlife. It is a smorgasbord of information that she had otherwise failed to utilize in her isolation. Interest flares in her eyes as she opens them, head dipping back down even as motion catches her attention. Delicate ears rise as she notes her half sister weaving her way closer looking rather bored or perhaps haughty, although Natiya was not quite certain of which. She understood the moods of her brother like the back of her paw, sailing them bravely when the weather worsened, but she has had little interaction with others. Underidge had grouped them together once or twice in his preachings and Natiya had been a dutiful daughter despite Blackthorne's blatant disregard for the male and his teachings. He had been more interested in fleshing out Umbra and Matianak and she had seen a manic delight in tormenting them.

Away from him she is adrift, uncertain to her role in the world. Still there is a cadence to Matianaks words that is slightly grating and Natiya tilts her head in a rather slow manner, studying. "I suppose," she says in her lilting, melodic voice. For a moment she considers sitting but this is her time to explore and so she continues strolling, assuming her sister will walk with her. "What are you doing?" The question is loaded with more meaning - what was she planning? Did she have plans? She is curious of this sister she knows very little about. To her it is obvious Matianak attempts to shine in the light of their shared father, competing against her own sister for the attention, and it reminds her almost of her and Blackthorne save Natiya not wish to outshine him. He was her commander, in a way, and such a role well suited. Following him was as easy as breathing and isn't there a simplicity in knowing ones place in life?

She pauses before a large tree, its towering boughs swaying gently in the breeze. A vine of wide pale pink flowers strangled the thing and she shoves her nose closer, inhaling with a single minded intensity before grinning splendidly at it. "What do you know of this place?" Now her attention slides to Matianak once more for she senses that this sister could teach her more things, if she so desires, and for the moment, she has no quarrels with her.

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