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’.



'Well I suppose we can both protect each other from this new ocean then. I won't let its waters swallow you up.'

Macaria smiled at him while staring. But the smile didn't reach her eyes. She appreciated the gesture… But they both knew that they did not spend all of their time together. The promise was a hollow one, even if he did not mean it that way. There was no way that he could protect her from the ocean all the time if they did not spend all of their time together. What about when she spent her time outside of the back? He would not be able to protect her, nor she in return. Macaria knew what the waters could do given the right circumstances-the right pull of the moon, the right storm or even two influencing it. The tide being pushed this way and that, forming swells and valleys, waves taller than one could imagine. She would never in the entirety of her life seen an ocean, at least not while waking. Though she did not fear of much, water truly terrified her, and thus she saw it every night in her dreams. Each night, it's anger and rage rain down upon her with its thunderous smite. It was on wielding, and she usually woke every night having to swallow her own heart after it had leapt into her throat. She supposed that for her crime of killing her brother, that this was what she deserved-her nightmares had become a reality. The ocean she dreamed about had become real and true, and it threatened to someday swallow her whole. It might not be today, it might not be tomorrow... but someday.

Their conversation changed, to something more mundane. What they each had been doing. She knew that Grey Wind had wanted to know also who she had been doing, but was polite enough not to ask. But part of their contract was that she was completely loyal and honest to him, and he didn't have to ask for her to answer the unspoken words. And when she did speak, it was with complete honesty-she had not lane with anyone other than him in quite some time. Part of the reasoning behind it was she was so unnerved by the changes to the parks, to the lands. Seeing the ocean both in the day and while she slept really sent her for a loop. And, for some reason it was setting off her hunger. She knew she would need to feed sooner or later, well not need, but want. But it was not now, not yet. She had switch the conversation to lay upon him-what his actions have been as of late. Despite her newly dark nature, she really did care for him.

'Honestly, nothing exciting. I spent some time with my brother and Kershov recently. But it's been laid back. Sounds like we could both use some excitement in our lives.'

"Like… A three some? Only I end up eating the third after we all have had our fun?". She's pulled back in order to be able to stare at him, her pumpkins meeting his brooding gaze. The moments ticked by, her facade completely serious behind the words she has already spoken. Her brows are raised, curious and hopeful. It was true that she had always wished to share her so sick and twisted pallet with him, but in this instance, she was joking. But that did not mean that she would not tease him about it first… But if his face starts to show any questioning, her own breaks into a grin and she is laughing, her petite frame tremoring against his with each of her giggles. So uncharacteristic to hear her giggle at all, considering there is a murderous cannibal laying just beneath the surface. She released a purr as his pink tongue curled around her ear, caressing her with kisses. She leaned into him, enjoying the feeling of him against her. Ever since the pack meeting, they had each seemed distracted and had not spent much time together. None, really. But then again, they were not like most relationships in which they needed to spend every second together. Instead, they were both very independent wolves who enjoyed their alone time respectively, and it made it all the more enjoyable for them to spend time together when they did.

The moments past, each one insignificant but strong together they meant something so memorable. They would each remember this moment, because the question she was about to ask him. Slowly, she pulled herself away from him and turned her paws underneath her so that she could face him breast to breast instead of having her spine against his belly. She nipped at his throat before giggling again, And then allowed herself to drop kisses up his jugular tauntingly, before leaving a long trail of slick saliva and warm breath against the underside of his jaw. Once more, her tongue sheathed itself and her snout was running against his. " there is… Another reason that I have not been laying with another. I know we are out of season, but winter is coming. Swiftly. I wanted to ensure that my cycles were clean, and that I was clean before laying with you again. I never thought I would be saying this, but I want pups. We may be bringing them into a harsh world, where it is it a dog eat dog world. Where I may leave them by the wayside if they are too weak, abandon them if they cannot hold their own. But I want our love to mean something in the grand scheme of things-and our pups would be our legacy that we live for and that we pass on to the world when we are both gone." Her words were hardly a whisper, her sopranos ringing out each individual word slowly as if she was merely speaking her thoughts out loud. When she was finished, they trailed off quietly, and she waited patiently for an answer. If he did not desire pups, she wouldn't be upset, But if he did-she would be ecstatic.


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