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’.


Never Forget Who You Are


Life had turned upside down since Macaria had come into his life. What was supposed to be a short term stay in Abendrot had turned into an unintended imprisonment. And then it became intended as the brute had grown unwanted feelings for the female. Then it had turned into some sort of relationship between the two, no longer an imprisonment but not the agreement they had now. Grey Wind had been with other females before, but only for lustful reasons. Not for love. It was something he had not anticipated feeling when he left home all those years ago. But there had been something about Macaria that made him feel different. And so they had come to this agreement together. They knew that they both cared for each other, and if Grey Wind hadn’t been so stubborn to admit it then things may have been different. But he had been stubborn and things had turned bad between them for a time.

Macaria and Grey Wind may have their conditions, but they were mates nonetheless. And that made the brute happier than he expected it to. The pair did not spend every living moment together. Not just because of the femme’s unique tastes, but for their own sanity. They had spent countless hours and days together uninterrupted when Grey Wind had been injured, and it was healthier now for them to be apart for times. At first Macaria would spend time out of Abendrot, but always returning. Until they realized that they were the only two wolves still living there. The ex-alpha knew that it was time to move on from this pack, but he was nervous to. He had taken over for Kershov, the best alpha that the pack had ever, or would ever, see. And he felt like he had been letting him down, even though the white king had not specifically asked him to. He felt like he was the one meant to lead when Ker left. But the pack had dwindled since then, and it had never grown back to the strength it once had.

Grey Wind had been wandering about on his own, debating if he wanted to hunt or not before heading back to his and Macaria’s den when he heard her vocals in the wind. His audette’s perked at the familiar sound, and he knew that it was time for them to head to Bright Moon. They had both agreed to go back to packlife when they heard Kershov had claimed a new pack. He was surprised that the other alpha had not gone back to Abendrot, but maybe he had too many demons held there. Paws carried him easily through the trees to the pack that would be his new home. He paused at the border for a moment. Remembering that his brother, Summer, had once ruled here before he moved on. Grey Wind did not know if he had just left Blossom Forest if he had been killed. But he knew his brother no longer lived anywhere nearby. He didn’t hesitate any longer and followed Macaria’s scent through the brush to the gathering that had begun. She was not the only one there with Kershov, there were two other females as well. Grey Wind did not know either of them, but he was sure that he would get to know them soon enough. He heard Macaria explain him and hers situation to an extent before the king went on to speak to the female’s. He sounded like the same old Kershov, and it brought a smile to Grey Wind’s features.

The male was sure that Kershov knew he was there, there was not much that the white male did not pick up. But he waited until he was done talking before stepping forward. “Welcome home. Any questions?” Grey Wind spoke up as he padded towards the familiar face. ”Just one. Did you plan to have a pack full of females this time around, or would I still be welcome amongst your ranks, my King?” The words had a tone to them that he would not have used had he not had a good relationship with Kershov before. When Macaria and him discussed going to Bright Moon he had been worried about the old alpha’s reaction. If Kershov had not left he knew that he would have been severely punished for what he had done with Macaria. But things had been left undealt with. He didn’t want to bring up what had happened, so he decided to act like nothing had happened. They could start fresh now. The past was in the past and he knew that he would never go behind Kershov’s back again as he had done with Macaria. Grey Wind padded to Macaria’s side, glancing at her briefly before focusing once more on the ice king, glad to see him back in the position of power.

Picture and table credit to the wonderful Morgin <3


| GreyWind | Adult | King of Abendrot | Tied to Macaria | Pups | Brother to Nymeria, Summer, Ghost, Mabbit, Lady | Violet


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