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’.




Milo jerked awake as if someone had forced her to the surface, her maw wide with a rapidly pulled in breath, her tiny bodice instinctively pushing closer to Kershov’s impressive warrior bulk. In response, the Ice King stiffened like a marble statue, his expression carefully passive. “Welcome back,” he rumbled dryly. Part of him wanted so badly to stand up and move away, to reestablish distance and personal space—yet for some reason he remained curled around Milo, sharing her shivers as if they were familiar packmates. What am I doing? Why am I doing it? Was the winter dragon attempting to prove something to himself right now? Obsidian windows continued peering down at the grey-dusted damsel, blank, until she made a lame attempt at a joke that had him snorting and glancing back toward the ocean.

“I’m used to dealing with the cold. Comfort is not the first of my priorities when choosing a territory from which to rule.” Kershov stated this as if he had personally decided for his homeland to shift toward the sea—as if he had been the sole architect in designing Uyaraut’s landscape. And why not? Something had told him this was his pack, the very same place he had marched into not long ago, only transformed and relocated. He instantly felt a fearsome protectiveness of the ragged black cliffs cutting up the sky, of the waving grasses, the pale sand, the rushing blue waves. Uyaraut called to him. Eventually, Ker had to answer. “And I don’t know what you mean—what other way? From the ocean? From the land?” Now he abruptly stood up, tearing his warmth away from Milo’s trembles, and he glared down at her with frigid arrogance. A silent reminder that although they had survived the river together, they were still strangers—and they were now in his kingdom. “You insult me.” How DARE you insinuate my kingdom is less than perfect. “Don’t let your ignorance change my mind about bringing you here. Or preventing you from drowning.”

Her presumptuous questions grated on nerves scraped raw from their long swim. “I’m not sure—are you up for a meandering hike through an unfamiliar territory?” Words meant to scathe and dominate. To build distance between them. A wall that Milo would not easily climb. Without waiting for her to shuffle to her paws, Ker started marching toward the sea, tossing his crown back to howl at the sky and call his pack to him. Please let them all be okay. Please let them still be here.


【Free – tied to none – father to Kirastasia and Kavik – LSVK】


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