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’.



“Madame Frekari? Your presence is required at the beach.”

Kershov had stalked to the saucy maned wolf’s den early in the morning—so early that the sun was still a lurid red promise trickling up the deep blue horizon, its rays barely kissing the distant mountains. The Ice King himself resembled some sort of shipwrecked ghost; immaculate ivory fur tinged with stormy greys and sleepy periwinkle, his pelt mussed and messy from the salt that found its way into his robes. His claws kissed the very edges of her den’s entrance, as if he’d step in and wake her with a touch or heated whisper . . . but instead it was his serious lyrics, spoken at a normal volume, that would push the kalak from sleep. If she opened those dreamy chocolate eyes, she’d see the hard obsidian gaze of her ruler peering down at her before he pivoted and marched toward the ocean, his banner waving proudly behind him. Today they’d start her training. Today, Frekari would see just how far Kershov would push her for the sake of making her stronger.

Many paths led down to the beach, some more direct than others. Kershov chose one walkway worn into a steep cliff face; it appeared deceptively dangerous from the outside, but to a resident of Uyaraut the path was perfectly safe, cutting a meandering diagonal down toward the sand. The tide was just now going out; the beach gleamed like glass in every direction, still wet from the waves pulling back toward the ocean. Ker could almost make out his reflection in the soft velvety texture pressed under his paws. Ears swiveling back, he listened for Frekari’s approach; once he caught the sound of her delicate feet pressing into the smooth water-washed land, he craned his neck to look at her over his shoulder. “The ocean is the tamest around this time,” the Ice King explained, gesturing out toward the endless expanse glimmering before them. The sunrise painted the foaming crests pink and orange—as if the sea had transformed into beautiful fire. “We shouldn’t have to worry about any dangerous currents or uninvited guests.”

Ker spoke of the sharks often sighted from Uyaraut’s beaches, their fins slicing lazily through the water. He had no plans of taking Frekari that deep; today was their first training session, after all. He offered her a small smirk, tilting his head in an almost playful matter. “Before we begin, I need you to swear that you’re serious about this. I will not intentionally put you in danger, nor will I push you beyond what I believe you are capable of. But once we start, there are no breaks. There is no backing down. I don’t have the patience to deal with someone uninterested in her own improvement. Do I make myself clear?”


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