Glorall

Disaster has struck!
Flooding from the north has taken its toll on Glorall. The large tides combined with the increase in water draining from the Ruieze River has flooded the lower regions of the pack. The sandy soil, compounded with so much water, has toppled a lot of trees. Traveling is difficult even when the water is shallower, with the sandy soil below being difficult to find traction on. The daily tides seem to keep the level of flooding fairly consistent, too.

During the low tide, wolves may be able to move around the higher dunes (with some difficulty) but during high tide, the pack is almost impossible to safely navigate. Swimming is possible, but the risk of currants and surges from either the ocean or the river are very real. The island off of the coast of Glorall is untouched by either issue, although it is incredibly difficult to find your way there without being an adept swimmer with plenty of good luck!

Note: Glorall will reopen once 30 posts have been completed (or at Staff discretion). During this time, new threads will receive a 'Surprise','Disaster', and prizes. Glorall is currently not open for challenges.


THE HERE AND NOWALPHA OF GLORALL
Elohim

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Hero of Legend
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The fall weather was comforting. A bit more of a chill than usual, but much better than the drought and heat that happened this summer. While Arturio still was 'official' in Glorall's hierarchy in any way, it was the most home he had felt in a long time. The white wolf padded along ever more familiar traces. He still had yet to meet Eden, something likely to change, but it didn't trouble him all that much. For now, he simply did not cause trouble.

Today, he was a bit farther west than his usual wanderings inside the pack's borders. There was the smell of Iromar, the swampland that neighbored them. Today was a mindless wandering, growing more and more comfortable with his surroundings. His tail swayed back and forth ever so slightly with his stride. An uneventful venture, to say the least. Until a familiar voice carried on the wind. His ears perked up, tail waving in a happy excitement. Azariah was one of the first he had met in Moladin, and in quite pleasant circumstances.

Arturio made his way towards, the call, emerald gaze seeking out the darker coated female amongst the grass. And indeed there she is. The giant bounded forward, coming to a halt before her with a grin on his face. "I hope you aren't here for another fishing lesson," he said with a wink, recalling when they first met.

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