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 was overjoyed have his King and his brother back all at once. As he watched his gray sibling move up faster and closer to Ker, he did too. He kept up with them with ease, listening into their conversation without a word, Grey asked about Kershov and his disappearance. Mabbit looked to Ker. “There was something . . . wrong with me. I spent all this time trying to make it right again.” Mabbit remained quiet, turning his head to look ahead to the woods once more. He came to a quick stop after seeing Kershov do the same. His nares caught wind of a stag, his audits flattened to his head as he crouched low.

Her turned his shadowy cranium to Ker, awaiting his directions. With a sweep of his tail Mabbit set off silently. He snuck silently towards the stag, his jaws watering and his heart thumping in his chest cavity. He managed to get a good fifteen feet from the stag, staying in the shadows of the brush that covered him perfectly. He waited for his packmates to help close in before he let loose, jaws and claws coming out to close around the stags neck. If he landed the attack, he'd attempt to break the stags neck or sever the left jugular with his claws.









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