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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The changes among the land were very sudden and gave no warning. Depending on where you happened to be would determine what sort of danger you were or were not in. Luckily for Grey Wind he was not near the waters that opened up to a dangerous and powerful sea. But what if Macaria was? Panic struck the brute at the thought of something happening to her. As the male searched out his mate, the familiar vocals of his king and the one he was searching for reached his audettes, and he quickly redirected himself to answer their calls. When he stepped forward to where the gathering of wolves was, instant relief swam over him when he saw Macaria. He was happy to see that the rest were safe as well, but the fear for Macaria had held a different level of panic. Kershov seemed unscathed, and had a new female with him. In fact, they all seemed unharmed. The only one with anything obvious to them was his brother, who reeked of the salty sea. But whatever it was that had happened to him had left him uninjured at least. Frekari and Athene were there as well, with some hostility to each other it seemed. Grey Wind did not know what that was about, but it was not his business.

The brute’s yellow orbs focused on his mate for a moment, but he first addressed his king, apologizing for being the last to answer his call. Luckily Kershov was not upset about his tardiness. “Do not worry, Grey. If anything, I did not expect you all to get here so quickly. I only saw the transformation by Blossom Field—er, Cluain Flur. It was . . . not pleasant. There’s no telling how violently the rest of this land has shifted. Milo here has not even seen her pack yet.” His gaze turned to the stranger…Milo. So she was a leader as well. “Unfortunately I haven't and I can only hope my pack members are safe. “ But why was she here and not with her own pack? It was not Grey Wind’s position to question it. If Kershov was okay with her being here, then he would trust it. ”Milo. I am Grey Wind. I hope all is well in your pack as well.” He gave her a polite nod before he turned to see Mabbit and Macaria. The male padded over to his brother, who had begun grooming himself from the salty stench. “Indeed. The salty sea was no match for my own salty self." Grey Wind gave a soft chuckle, but when he confirmed that he was not harmed he focused fully on his mate. He was happy to see that she was safe, and sat down close to her, his fur mingling in with her darker pelt as his plume wrapped around her. It seemed that he was not the only one who wondered why Milo was here and not with her own pack, but the maned wolf spoke the question a loud, questioning her very presence here. Mabbit quickly spoke back, a bit of bite to his words, and Grey Wind could feel the tension between the wolves. He remained silent, listening on but ready to act should words become action. Though for him, if Kershov trusted the female enough to be here then that should be enough for the pack members. As for the tension between Frekari and Athene, he had no guesses to that.

When Kershov took a seat near Milo, completing the circle that the wolves had unconsciously made, he turned his gaze to focus on their alpha. At first Grey Wind was confused, what did he mean by these new names? But when he thought about what pack he was in, he understood what he meant. This was no longer Bright Moon, but Uyaraut. He had no idea how he knew this, but he knew that it was true. When he spoke of their first tasks, finding a shelter as base and then escorting Milo home, the pack members began to speak up about what they had encountered for changes already. Mabbit spoke of caves near the waters he saw, but they would only be for the skilled swimmer or climber to get to it sounded like. Frekari also spoke up about what she had seen, dens that may connect to the caverns. It would be important to know that to ensure no intruders could sneak into the pack in some sort of tunneling system. Milo too spoke up, offering to help them and explaining how Kershov saved her and that was why she was here. His gaze flickered to the ice king, wondering what had happened between these two before he too spoke. ”From where I was all the trees seemed to disappear, and I did not see any at all when I traveled here. We will have to become accustomed to not having the trees as a shelter and camouflage for us.” While the brute spoke he rose to his paws, waiting to see where the group would go to first in their new home.

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




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