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’.



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The Spartan smiled, something he hadn't done in forever. His happiness seemed only matched my Kershovs, his tail wagging with his own. Finally he had found his King, the only wolf besides his Father that he ever looked up to as a true leader. While Kershov looked merely like he hadn't changed at all, Mabbit had grown nearly twice his size. His muscles grew larger and he grew bulkier. His height almost had him matching in Kershovs as well. He had grown well, and grown a lot. “Grey Wind . . .” Kershov spoke, and as he did the gray male stepped out of the shadows.

"Hello, Mabbit." Mabbit smiled at his brother. "Grey, it's great to see you again." He spoke, and then looked to Kershov once more as the King began to speak. “I know you Mabbit—your worth and your loyalty as a wolf. You are welcome here.” The Spartan graciously gave him another smile, stepping closer and onto Bright Moon soil to rejoin his packmates once more. It felt amazing to finally be with familiar faces again, though he had wished he could see Azula one last time. Part of him wanted to ask about her, while another part wanted to just let there be hope out there for him that she was still living.

“Let us find something to kill, so we can catch up over a steaming carcass. I’m starving.” Mabbit nodded and watched as the ghostly King disappeared into the fog. The Spartan trailed closely behind, his paws ripping at the ground underneath him. He had hoped to catch sight of anyone he knew but didn't seem to find anyone. He sighed in between exhaling, wondering what had happened to Halina, Scarlett Nights, and the rest of them. He was sure Kershov knew and would tell in time. He even dawned on why Kershov himself had left, but he pushed it out of his cranium, assuming all would be revealed in time.

This War Is Ours

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