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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'Yes; I had a pack before. They were long before I came to this land; and they are dead due to causes I could not help. My former pack, the pack I ruled; was destroyed by natural disasters and famine. There was little left in the end except for me and my Beta; but they went their separate way after all the others passed. I tried to save them; I gave up every meal I had to get them all by. Our first land was taken by a the orange flames and when we went searching for a new one; no one wanted us. We traveled far and wide and some went their own way, but most of them passed from famine. It won't be the same fate.'

I am intrigued now, once again more than I want to be, but how interesting is it that the gods have led me to someone who has also had their everything taken away by destruction. Yes, it was of a different sort of catastrophe, but could this really be a coincidence. But she cannot say with any sort of confidence that we will not suffer the same fate. Nature does what it wants and listens to no one. Even the gods of old are of an unwavering thought. Long have they been deaf to our pleas and prayers, and no amount of sacrifice will ever give them thought to changing the tides of our fates. We are their pawns, their puppets; our lives are upon a stage providing them entertainment for their endless eternity. They revel in our death and destruction, they 'oooh' and 'ahhh' at our romances, and can change the channel when bored of the monotony of our day to day lives. There is no reason to think any different.

"It is foolhardy indeed to think that we are safe, or that this land will not go through a drought leading to another famine. You are new to these lands, I understand, but I have lived here for a long while. Years, in fact. I have seen my fair share of drought and flood, famine and over abundance, thunder and lightning, hellfire and hail. We cannot be certain of anything in this life, even of our own continuing existence into the next day so how can you promise that we will be unaffected by such a random thing as Mother Nature?" My words are bitter perhaps, and cold certainly. I do not regret them though - it is no longer within my own nature to care what pain my spoken words may bring, instead I am only entirely and brutally honest in everything. But in return I demand the same of those around me. And I will not serve under one with little sense - it will only lead to my own injury. "Do not promise things that you cannot hold true to, or claim control over the things that you have none over. But it is good, I suppose, to hear that their doom and destruction was not due to your own fault." That Saw Tooth's doom and destruction was not my fault. I think I blame myself, I think that I do hold myself responsible for the falling of the pack. Not of the lands themselves - a volcano murdered the earth. But the pack itself fell apart because of me. I was meant to be their Beta, but what did I do? I led them to Aurora Borealis and abandoned them their and held myself responsible for the future of none of them.

My attention is drawn back to Milo by her sudden motion. She is sitting up tall, happy, her plume wagging again, all thoughts of her dead packmates apparently fleeing from her mind. And I thought that I was good at compartmentalization, stuffing my emotions away. She can go from near tears one moment to utterly happy the next. I shake my head, either in wonder or amusement or confusion.... I'm actually not sure. But I know that I surely am confused at her next few words.

'How would you feel about being Zeta of Munashii? '

My brows rise. Few things can manage to surprise me any more but this... this certainly managed to do exactly that. "What do you know about me exactly? We are strangers, you and I, and yet you wish to instill me with a sense of responsibility and have me claim some sort of role within the pack. Are you this trusting with all wolves you have met only one day before?" I shake my head before ducking my head between front front limbs and briskly rub each of my audettes. Have I heard her right? Slowly, I raise my head and grit my teeth. "What is it, in minute detail, that this rank demands? What will you expect me to do and accomplish?" Most wolves wanted power, would relish the chance to raise so swiftly within the pack. But I did not join a pack for power - I have been running from any sense of responsibility for well over a year now. I give exactly zero fucks about it all... and yet now this is dumped in my lap. I avert my gaze and clench my jowls, waiting for her to respond.

||Kahlan|| ||Broken Heart|| ||Cracked Soul of Munashii Gekko|| ||Zeta|| ||69cm.:.23kg||Adult||


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