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’.


Never Forget Who You Are


It seemed like only yesterday the male and his mate had been discussing pups and whether or not they wanted them. Grey Wind had always assumed that he would have a family, but that was before he had come to Blossom and well before he had met Macaria. When he was still destined to be heir to his father’s throne, it was expected that he would have to make heirs of his own. It had always seemed more like a duty than anything else to have kin. But when he had been forced to leave home and find a new one, everything had changed. He was no longer set to inherit a leadership role, and he had no more obligations to anyone. But did he still want a family? He knew that he did, but it felt different now that things were more in his control. He knew he would wait until he found his true mate, and not have it be out of any obligation. When he had met Macaria he had no idea that she would be the wolf that he would fall in love with and start his family with, but now that she had brought it up he knew that it was right. Even if their thoughts about pups were not entirely in sync, that’s what most of their relationship was like, and he knew it would work out for the best between them.

When the pair became mates they were no strangers to copulation, but that particular time felt different. And he knew why a few weeks later when he could see that she was pregnant. Macaria’s form grew with their pups, and though Grey Wind didn’t think it possible, he grew to love her even more. As the femme grew larger and the season grew warmer, he knew that it would come time for her to whelp soon, and so he was constantly by her side, probably annoying her to no end, but he insisted on being there when the pups were born. The pair were fast asleep in their den, Grey Wind unconscious to the world as he slept heavily beside Macaria. Suddenly a scream pierced his ears, and he was instantly awake, yellow orbs looking in concern to his mate. When he saw her, he knew what was happening, and he realized that he had no idea what to do or how to help her. She reached out for him, pulling him even closer to her. The brute adjusted himself so that he was curled around her, trying to soothe her, but also worried himself when he realized how little he knew about this. He could tell how panicked she was as she began shooting questions at him, about why he wasn’t having the pups himself and what was she supposed to do. The male’s ears flattened at her distress, not knowing what there was that he could do to help her. He was thankful that she at least couldn’t feel pain, knowing it would be much worse if she felt the true pains of birthing.

As Macaria rambled on about what to do or not do, Grey Wind felt helpless. He didn’t know what he could to make things any easier, but he couldn’t just lay here and say and do nothing. ”Macaria, love, just breathe, don’t worry. You’ll know what to do. Yes, push. Everything will be okay.” He watched her anxiously, knowing that nature had to take its course and he just had to let things happen. And suddenly it was happening. Macaria let out a scream, but Grey Wind didn’t understand why. Was it so painful that it had awoken her dead pain receptors? Was that even possible? He remained close to her side, waiting anxiously for things to progress. It seemed to take forever, but eventually all the pups were born. Four of them, all of them beautiful to Grey Wind. He barely registered Macaria’s words as he stared at his young. Evandros…Ronan…Ariel…Missandei. Each of them perfect. But his mate’s words finally registered in his ears, and the scent and sight of blood filled his senses. Something had gone wrong. Not with the pups, but with Macaria. There was more blood in their den than there should be, and he had no way to fix it. He barely heard her words…the caves…Thackery…vampire. She was going to turn? But there was no time to think about that or what was going to happen. If he didn’t move now, she may not be here when he got back. Panic showed in his eyes as he stared at her, unable to speak, before he ran out, making his limbs move as fast he could carry them. Grey Wind didn’t let himself think, he just focused on moving, knowing that time was important. All he could do was pray to the gods that things would work in their favor…it had to. The thought of losing Macaria was not something that he could even fathom.

Picture and table credit to the wonderful Morgin <3


| GreyWind | Adult |Uyaraut| Tied to Macaria | Father to Evandros, Ronan, Missandei and Ariel | Violet


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