Glorall

Disaster has struck!
Flooding from the north has taken its toll on Glorall. The large tides combined with the increase in water draining from the Ruieze River has flooded the lower regions of the pack. The sandy soil, compounded with so much water, has toppled a lot of trees. Traveling is difficult even when the water is shallower, with the sandy soil below being difficult to find traction on. The daily tides seem to keep the level of flooding fairly consistent, too.

During the low tide, wolves may be able to move around the higher dunes (with some difficulty) but during high tide, the pack is almost impossible to safely navigate. Swimming is possible, but the risk of currants and surges from either the ocean or the river are very real. The island off of the coast of Glorall is untouched by either issue, although it is incredibly difficult to find your way there without being an adept swimmer with plenty of good luck!

Note: Glorall will reopen once 30 posts have been completed (or at Staff discretion). During this time, new threads will receive a 'Surprise','Disaster', and prizes. Glorall is currently not open for challenges.


THE HERE AND NOWALPHA OF GLORALL
Elohim

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I feel almost hesitant to bring a heaviness to this place. I know I must inquire on many things with Thor soon and yet, today he seems in good spirits. I suppose it is the right thing to do, to keep those matters quiet until a more suitable time. Instead, I will do my best to enjoy these mundane tasks; I hunt, I find, I give him these offerings of crab. It is simple, easy, yet strangely rewarding. It is similar, I suppose, to how it feels when I deliver pheasant or vole to Nari or take Enoch and Escha to the pools. Some might call it the beginnings of a family. It has always been a goal, of sorts at least, to create such connections within this pack. Yet, it can be difficult. That is why this place needs those like Thor.

As I move along the shore, my ears turn towards Thor as he speaks; immediately, my head raises when he speaks of Inanna. I am...surprised, I must admit. She was new here though she was born here - she had only recently returned. Had she come for Thor? I ponder it for a moment, my eyes narrowing slightly in thought, before I give him a lopsided grin. "If you believe her hungry, just wait until your children are born." I flash him a canine in a sort of jesting grin before I paw at the sand, breaking it open as a small crab flips out and onto its back. I am quick to take it into my mouth, ignoring it as it attempts to claw me - it is too small, able to onyl graze my whiskers before I crush down, only enough to crack the shell and bring it a halt. I pivot then with a nod towards Thor, returning to his shell to place it atop the pile.

"Glorall does not often see the arrival of children - at least, not in large numbers. Are you worried your children might have difficulty meeting others?" I tilt my head towards him as I approach once more at a lope, taking my place alongside him again as I lower back to the shore in hunt of more food for our resident witch. His answer is of great interest for it will be of great help to know where my priority ought to be; after all, if he is concerned, then it might be best for me to turn my attention towards making alliances with another pack so that his children will be able to socialize without fear of intrusion. Diveen is so close and Asteraia hardly a grand trek away - if his children are not careful and we are not prepared, we might expect more trouble.

In any case, I am patient today. This is good, I think, to take my mind away from the agitations of others.

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