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’.


{we can't all be cheerful}

Petite limbs kept kicking the water to help keep not just herself, but Kershov as well, knowing he was kicking just as much. They were both exhausted; both running out of energy. But the thought that her pack may be safe made her trudge along, the thought that by the time she got done with why Kershov brought her here; she would head back to Wudubearo and from there she would address the changes, address everything. But now was to get through this raging river as it swung them this way and that in it's own path.

When the ice dragga realized where they were right off the bat and kept kicking til they hit the shore, her bodice swinging as he held onto her scruff as they climbed on the shore until he collapsed with a tremble through his limbs. Milo herself then tried to take her time in standing, every muscle in her body pleading that she rest. That she give in and lay for a while. Lowering her bodice slowly back down; body now trembling with not just the fact her muscles ached; but that being ocean side, there was a breeze and her bodice was small and petite, shivering with each time she tried to relax. But lyrics spilled from her maw in a stutter T-t-thank yo-oou Ker-Kershov. . . she paused to try and calm her petite bodice down at the same time she was trying to move closer to Kershov, shivers wracking her body, but yet her plume tried to wag and she let a smile come across her maw.

She couldn't bring herself to say anything else or do anything else as she was so low on energy. Her breath coming rapidly and very shallow; the world starting to spin around her as her eyes started to flutter she looked over at Kershov and then that was that. Her entire bodice went limp.

Milo had blacked out; fainted.

queen of wudubearo - no love - no pups - allied to none


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