Where once the southern border of Blossom Forest was made by Leisure Lake, the magical rearrangement of the lands has laid there instead a vast, uncrossable ocean. The shore differs as you travel along it. Tall mountainous cliffs arise on the western part and at one point, the large river that runs through Blossom Forest opens up at its tributary into a well sheltered cove. As you come more eastward, the towering peaks shorten into rocky foothills. A large section of the shore is inaccessible to most, as Uyaraut has claimed it as their own. But if you skirt around their territory, the hills disappear, swallowed up into the land until it is as flat as the eye can see. The vibrant greens dull into short and dry browns and tans, and the land dries and cracks apart until it melds into The Waste - the desert that forms Blossom Forestís easternmost border.

For those looking to hunt here, there are of course the fish within the ocean, along with crabs, seals and urchins. For on the shore, there are seagulls, herons, and ospreys.

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His taunts and insults had had exactly the desired affect that Tiresias had wanted. Even before he was finished speaking, the opposing brute had started to snarl at him, and Tiresias knew that he had hit his mark. He could not see the pinnae flattened against the skull, the raised lips, But he didn't need to. This will have to be young, not fully through his training, or else he would not have shown his emotions so openly. Their breed was meant to be experts at manipulation, both of others and themselves. But the anger that existed within this one was far too obvious and ready to explode. At least Tiresias was making a valiant go of it. But he paused briefly, turning his head and his eyes to follow the other. His sharpened hearing, meant to catch hold of any shifts in his environment, had caught exactly that-the shifting of sand. He had lived on the beach long enough to know when another was upon it. Depending on how quickly they moved, it either released a gentle whoosh, Or perhaps squeaked. With this one, it's squeaked quietly as his pads rotated and landing over it, displacing the sand to the side. Tiresias swiveled his ears to keep his hearing centered upon the other, and then turned his head to follow suit.

Angered words fell from the others mouth, ending in yet another snarl, but what Tiresias really caught onto was the sudden change in the sound of the sand. It had been a steady and rhythmic squeak, as the other had circled him slowly. But there was one step off, a louder squeak of the other must have turned, rotating his part in the sand instead of merely rolling his weight from back to front as he landed and then released his weight. And the next moment, there was not another squeak, but instead a whoosh as pounding paws galloped toward him. Patiently, Tiresias waited until that split-second where the now rhythmic whoosh paused, and then he ducked, his bodice hunkering toward the ground as his haunches pushed backwards against it, dragging him under and away from the leaping form. If they had been elsewhere, in any land that Tiresias did not know intimately, things would have been different. But here they were - on a fighting platform with excellent vocals that for months, the exiled heir had called home.

The kalak raised himself sharply and turned his head to look where the other had landed, his body splashing into the water. Tiresias shook his head and clicked his tongue-tsk tsk tsk. He wanted to know why this wolf was clearly after him. He would hold onto the persona that he had chosen to imbue though, if no other reason then to protect him self. He could out run him on the speech perhaps but to what end? If he could not hide or escape to somewhere else, then he was doomed. "Yes, yes you do have business with me. That is why you are here, but you have yet to answer the question boy-what exactly would bring someone as lowly as you to have business with someone like me? At least my father has a name. So now give me a reason why I should continue to stay here and listen to your antics. You can snarl and launch yourself all you want, but there's no reason for you to take your anger out on me. I did not send you to this godforsaken place, so tell me why are you were here so I can shorten your trip and send you back to the hellhole you call home."

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