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’.


THIS IS WHERE WE CONQUER FEAR [Kershov, Grey Wind & Open]

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He had been gone for so long, hiding in shadows. He was lost without those he cared about. Azula had to be dead. She was his first friend in this strange place. She was the only reason he ever found himself at Abendrot, and became a well ranked soldier among the pack - And best of all how he came back into contact with his brother Grey Wind. He admitted he definitely had fallen for the woman. Then she dissappeared without a trace almost, she wouldn't leave Blossom. It was her home. After she left he became lonely. Kershov and Grey abandoned Abendrot too. He seemed to become just a shadow in the night.

He was turning into a monster, haunted by the dead who lived in his head. The same night playing over in his head. It gave him hope finding Gray, maybe more of them had survived too. Though with Grays disappearance, he grew doubtful of every knowing. He felt alone in the world, even after finding Hellene, and changing her thoughts on Abendrot - Or at least on him. He tried settling somewhere but couldn't find a single place he called home. He journeyed nearly to every crevice and searched every cave.

He was going numb, emotionless. While he walked in the new morning sunlight his nares picked up on a familiar scent that left him coming to a very sudden halt in his tracks. "Kershov . . ." He turned to see he was standing near the gates of Bright Moon. His nares then picked up on another smell that scent him from a stop to full on sprinting towards the packs gate. Grey Wind. The shadow Spartan tried to catch his breath before he through his head back, calling for his King and brother. A twinge in his heart made him jump as he felt something for the first time in months. Hope.

This War Is Ours

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