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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From the stories those that had been here longer have told her, change had swept through the lands all over. Some had even seemed rather scared and traumatized over such a happening, seeking to comfort each other in the fact that surely it wouldn't happen again, even if their tones would often belie the fact that they weren't sure. This is perhaps why the Ice Queen was sent to investigate Uyaraut, to see if change had also brought havoc to the pack-lands. She couldn't really answer that from merely looking around, since she was new and knew not any pack territory save for her home at Graes, though the best she can do is hope for the alpha or someone to let her know, because she would not herself. Along her way she had managed to pluck a rare winter hare just as it sought escape into it's burrow, keeping herself well-fed on her journey to he unfamiliar lands beyond her home.

Snow and frost made the hunting easier for her with her fine white coat, where others may have struggled. When she supposed that she was nearing the lands she was to scout she paused to groom herself back into tidy perfection, managing to catch and dig free a vole, something she could perhaps offer as a gift to ensure she wasn't being perceived as a threat, though her calm and poised demeanor shouldn't really be taken as such anyways. She was elegant and slender, with a coat white as snow and delicate facial features. Approaching the borders with the vole in her jaws, her ears perked and her ice blue eyes gazing at the lands beyond, seeing a packland that was impossibly different in comparison to her own.

She had never really been faced with meeting an alpha that had been in solid rule aside from the place she had grown up, but this pack would only have unfamiliar faces and unknown temperaments. She didn't know if they were like her abusive and elitist father, didn't know if they were icy calm and poise like she herself was. There were so many different possibilities, there could be a warm and kind alpha, an air-headed and strange alpha, a cruel alpha, or even one with moods that change as the seasons do. The air here smelled of salt and brine, and before her were rocky outcroppings.

She allowed the vole to drop at her paws, wondering if vole was even something that would normally be in this pack's diet. If it wasn't, she could only hope it would be treated as a rare delicacy and not rejected outright. The muscles along her slender body were coiled tight in this immaculate poise as she waited, small flakes of snow tangling in her already naturally white coat. She knew that she could have searched for a bigger piece of meal, but for now this would have to do. Something was better than nothing, at least in her own opinion. In a moment she feels as though she is not alone, that there is someone here or someone coming. One ear flickers at a sound in the distance, her icy gaze flickering in that direction, as the pack scent wafts around her.

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