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’.

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Change was a normal part of every season within Blossom. The land grew with spring and thrived in summer, then the land would begin to slowly die away in fall to become the dead winter. It was a never ending, but predictable cycle. The leaves and flowers would change, but the trees would always be there. The mountains remained immobile and strong. The rivers flowed, but never went too far from their usual path. The lake was a constant source of water, fresh and calm. This was the land that Grey Wind knew, the land that he had come to know perfectly well and had memorized. But in the blink of an eye everything changed in impossible ways. Immobile mountains moved and shifted, rivers changed course and the lake changed. The pack he had come to know, a dense forest that he had taken the time to memorize, completely transformed. Mountains came from beneath the earth to mark new territories, trees and shrubbery that had once been were swallowed hole and disappeared. The lake that had once been an easy swimming field become a vast unpassable ocean.

The male would not have believed this to have happened if he had not seen it right before his own eyes. He had been within the pack’s territory at the time, and when he felt the pack shift and move underneath him, he feared an earthquake at first. But this was no natural disaster. His instincts told him to flee, that he had to escape. But the males very next thought was for his mate, Macaria. Where was she, was she safe, was she in the pack or was she elsewhere? More panic flooded through his veins as he feared the worst for her. Panicked limbs flew through the land, avoiding obstacles left and right as the land become more and more strange to him, not realizing that he was running in a direction outside the pack’s territory. Grey Wind drew further and further away in the unknown lands, turning left and right in hopes of running into Macaria, knowing that there was no way for him to track her right now. The lands finally grew still beneath his paws, and he slowed to a trot as his heart rate finally began to slow. The brute panted heavily, his muscles aching for relief after his frantic sprint. Yellow orbs looked side to side, trying to see something familiar to him, and failing.

Grey Wind wasn’t sure if it would be best to circle back, or to keep going forward. Adrenaline still flowed through his veins, making it harder for him to focus, but lucky for him he didn’t have to choose for himself what was best. Familiar vocals reached his ears, and relief immediately flooded through him. Kershov was calling the pack, and immediately the brute knew the direction he needed to go. He hadn’t realized how far he had wandered away until he saw how long it took him to reach the alpha. The male knew he was drawing closer as familiar scents of other packmates began to reach his nares, and luckily Macaria’s was mixed in with them. Grey Wind heard the vocals of another, one more dear to him than the alpha. It seemed that his mate was looking for him as well as he heard her call for him, and a smile appeared on his kissers as he picked up his pace. When the brute finally arrived he saw he was one of the last, if not the last, to arrive. Yellow orbs quickly swept around to see who was there, Kershov of course next to a strange female, his brother, Mabbit, the kalak, Frekari and the other new female, Athene, and finally his mate, Macaria.

It seemed that everyone was safe, but Mabbit was soaking wet for some reason. Relieved eyes met Macaria’s orange ones for a moment before he addressed Kershov. The grey soldier bowed to his king as he spoke, his glance looking curiously to the stranger. ”Kershov, I’m sorry for the delay. I’m glad to see you are unharmed though.” His yellow orbs turned then to Macaria, wanting to go to her immediately, but wanting to speak to his brother as well. Paws walked by Mabbit first, before he would settle next to his mate. ”Brother, you have come in an interesting state.” He nodded to the other two females in a brief greeting, now padding over to Macaria and sitting down beside her. His teeth nipped at her affectionately as he spoke quietly to her. ”I’m so glad you are okay.” Grey Wind’s plume wrapped around her, both protectively and possessively. He purred at her, before turning his attention back to Kershov, waiting to see who this new female was and if he could offer any answers to what happened.

Picture and table credit to the wonderful Morgin <3


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




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