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 - ĎThe Diamond in the Roughí.

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As the soldier walked a bit behind the alpha, his brother at his side, life felt normal again. The brute had been raised with the goal that he would be an alpha and take over when his fatherís time to step down had come. Before he came to Blossom he had been taught all the pleasantries that an alpha needed, all the things that his father were most important. To be honest with the pack that he was leading and to always be just and never rash. But Grey Wind saw that always being good and nice to others didnít get his father very far when an enemy pack killed him and attempted to kill the rest of his family. Grey Wind became different wolf that day. He was not an evil wolf, but he would not go out of his way to be kind to strangers as his father had been. The world was not a good place, and his father thought that he could fix it himself. Grey Wind saw that that was wrong. Despite his training to become a leader, when his time had come it never felt right. And in the end he had led the pack, and his old alpha, down by leaving. He wasnít right for them, and he felt that he had lost his place there. But now that Kershov was back and he was with his brother things in the world felt right again.

Grey Wind approached the alpha, wanting to see if he could get some more information about what had happened. Kershov had never been the one to talk about himself too often, but Grey Windís curiosity got the better of him. Besides, he saw the male as a friend after their years together so he didnít feel that it was wrong for him to ask. Grey Wind noticed the subtle changes in Kershov when he asked his question, but he didnít speak of it. ďI wasÖfinding myself. There was something . . . wrong with me. I spent all this time trying to make it right again.Ē The white male pointedly looked ahead, his gaze unwavering, as he spoke. Grey Wind glanced his way, studying his features while making sure not to walk into a tree in the still unfamiliar terrain at the same time. It didnít seem that he wanted to talk about. Maybe if Grey Wind continued to ask he would get more answers, but now didnít seem like the time. Not when the three of them had plans to take down some prey. He never thought that there was anything wrong with the alpha, but he was not in his head, didnít know what the other male was thinking or going through and he was not in a place to judge that.

It was not long before the scent of prey reached his nostrils. It seemed that they all noticed it because they all stopped their strides, instinctively positioning their bodies low to the ground to hide their forms. Saliva entered his mouth as the scent filled him, and he grew excited for the hunt and the kill. His yellow orbs looked to his leader, waiting for instruction on what his part in the hunt would be. Kershov signaled to his brother to go to the side, knowing his darker pelt would hide him best. Grey Wind kept slightly behind Kershov, close but also to the side, between the two brutes, ready to spring into attack when the time was right. Mabbit grew closer to the unaware stag, and then he made his move. The dark brute aimed directly for the animalís neck, in what he hoped would be a fatal blow. Grey Wind knew that the stag would fight back, so he kept an eye on the beastís limbs to not get an injuring blow from a hoof. Grey Wind quickly went around his brotherís other side, leaping onto the deer, trying to land on itís shoulder to leave it open for Mabbit to get a better grip or for Kershov to get in towards the vulnerable area.

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| GreyWind | Adult |Uyaraut| Tied to Macaria | Pups | Violet




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