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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Thoughts of the future swam through the brute’s mind. He was going to be a father, or at least he and Macaria were going to try to have pups. The male was excited to think about starting a family with his mate, even if him and Macaria had different thoughts on certain topics. It was part of what made him love her even more. They were not identical beings, but each their own unique varg who could come together in their relationship despite their differences. She kept his life interesting and exciting, and it was just going to get better once they had a family. His father had had no problems siring many pups, so he hoped that that was passed on along to him as well. The thought of being infertile never really crossed his mind until the serious talk of family happened. What would Macaria think of him if he was unable to give her pups? Grey Wind decided not to think about it and assume that they would have no problems. Soon enough they would have young ones in their den, running around and exploring. The thought brought a smile to the brute’s features.

As Grey Wind was lost and thought and wandering through Uyaraut’s territory, he heard the call of a stranger. Curiously he went forward to answer it, not yet having greeted anyone within his new homelands. As he approached the borders he saw the form of a stranger, a female with brightly blue orbs. Unnaturally blue actually, and his own yellow gaze lingered on her own for a moment as he approached. The female did not seem hostile, and she had called to alert the pack to her presence, but he was still careful to watch the stranger’s every move until he knew of her intentions. As Grey Wind asked what the white female’s intentions were, he studied her more as she spoke. She had a uniquely marked smile on her kissers, and he wondered what could have caused such a scar to form. He knew it was none of his business and would not ask, but the appearance of others, and the scars that they bore, always made him curious as to what they had encountered. Each marking held its own story, like the one he bore on his own shoulder, obvious where the fur never fully grew back.

"I am Pandora, daughter of the alpha of Dierne Hrof - Aindreas. I was sent to come and check to make sure everyone was okay in Uyaraut from the magic changes. Is that . . . What all happened here?" Grey Widn did not know this Aindreas’ personally, but he knew he was son to the old alpha, Kalgalath. Perhaps he had taken over the throne, whether by force or not he did not know. But that family had never struck him as a violent one, so he could only assume that it was not a hostile take over of his father’s pack. At the question to her words, Grey Wind’s head turned in the direction of the ocean, wondering if that was what she was referring to. ”Well, Pandora of Dierne Hrof, Uyaraut has undergone changes. As you can see the tree line has disappeared, and we now have the ocean around our pack as well.” The brute paused, unsure of what else to tell her. Those were the biggest changes anyways, and the most obvious when you looked at the pack. ”I’m assuming those are the sort of things you were curious about?” His gaze turned back to meet hers, wondering now himself what sort of changes she had experienced within her own pack.

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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