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.


Veiled in black (open)

Sand is grainy and soft between his toes as his lithe frame moves through the small cove, his body camoflaged in the night of the landscape around him, and he would almost be invisible if it weren't for the dark sapphire and red of his eyes. Night was the best time for him to explore, the star patterned sky the only thing he could ever truly blend in with. The grains of sand are cool beneath his pads, not as warm as they might get under the relentless sun, those golden rays that seemed to burn and fray at his fur when he was about in the morning. There were not very many scents awash here, the ones that remained were stale and old, and he didn't think he might find anyone here.

His black as pitch fur seems to always aid him in his travels within the shadows, despite the white flecks that mark his frame here and there as if mimicking those stars hung up in that velvet sky. His mother had told him stories once, about how he looked that way because he was the pack's destiny. He didn't really believe in such a fairytale, even if his parents had once thought him perfect from the throne. Sure he might catch the eyes of other wolves, and he might be smart and strong, but that's not all that makes a leader. You have to be dedicated, you have to look after others and not just yourself.

With eyes watching and ears alert, he begins to explore the small cove he had found himself in. With every breath he sifts through the scents, once again coming to the conclusion that nobody had set paw here recently. He was well and truly alone, at least for now. He should not have to worry anyhow, as his family was days and far stretches of mile away from him. If anyone did happen to come by, he could take care of himself just fine.


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