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


The brute was still surprised to find himself back in a pack. Since he and Macaria had left Abendrot he thought that was the end of his pack life. He didn’t want to go back to the lands that he had left, and how could another place feel like home now? Even if he had the female with her, it wouldn’t be home again. But a shcking turn of events made it seem like maybe it could be. Grey Wind had never expected Kershov to come back, but they had come across his scent. He was not sure what his intentions were, but if he were to claim Abendrot again, Grey Wind knew he would be there. But instead of the old pack, the snow white male took to new lands. Macaria and the brute were both in agreement to go back to the king. To some going from being an alpha back to being ruled by someone might be hard, but serving Kershov came naturally to Grey Wind. It felt right to go back to his king. Maybe that’s why Abendrot hadn’t been home anymore, because a crucial part was missing.

When the male joined into this new pack, there were some new wolves to meet as well. For now he was the only male besides the alpha. But he knew that some females were as strong as males, and if Kershov accepted them then there was something about them that was not to be underestimated. Grey Wind took some time to get to know the new pack’s territory. Paws carried him through the trees that he hoped would become as familiar to him as Abendrot’s were. His thoughts wandered to his brother, Summer, and what he had been like as an alpha walking in these lands. Summer and him got a long fine when they were younger, but as adults he had not seen much of him. Their two packs were not friends and they never reconnected. And now Summer was dead. Grey Wind was not as sad as most would think a brother would be. He knew death was a natural part of the world and had grown to accept it. But there were other siblings of his that were still alive, one that had found his way back to Kershov just as Grey Wind had done. Mabbit’s familiar vocals reached his ears as it summoned him and the king.

Grey Wind’s paws carried him to the border of the pack to see if Mabbit was coming to join or just to check in and say hello. As he stepped forward he saw that Kershov was already there, welcoming the brute back. The black wolf seemed a bit nervous, but Grey Wind was not entirely sure why. He heard Mabbit ask if Kershov had seen him, but there would be no need for the king to answer that question. ”Hello Mabbit.” Grey Wind nodded to Kershov in greeting as well, waiting to see what else his brother had to say.

Picture and table credit to the wonderful Morgin <3


| GreyWind | Adult |Bright Moon | Tied to Macaria | Pups | Violet


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