<font color=999967 size=1 face=arial>it doesn't exist if you can hide it behind your teeth.</font>

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

I hear her call and spend little time consideing whether to attend to her quickly or not; Umbra is a curious thing, after all, the daughter of Underidge and some runaway woman who I never did have the chance to see; sister of Natiya and Blackthorne, of Matianak, all curious creatures in their own right. How could I not be prompt when such a wolf calls? She brings somebody new here and I am curious to see what kind of wolf she sees befitting of the title one with a story to tell. Loner? Pack wolf? Old? Young?

And so I am quick to find her scent and follow it towards the borders, curious about the male she brings with her; there is the slightest hint of something foreign to him, something moorish - a wolf once of Iromar? Or perhaps he was merely misfortunate enough to be of interest to them too. In any case, it is enough to pique my interest as I break the tree line and hear their words in the winds. His voice is a harsh thing, his appearance even moreso. Is he an Angel? For a moment I pause in my step to consider it but I am quick to dismiss it with a roll of a shoulder as I lope forward to meet the pair. No Angel would have a voice like that.

"You don't enjoy the change of scenery?" My head tilts as I slow to stop before the pair; I give Umbra a nod of approval, a canine tooth slipping out in an entertained smirk at her find. He seems like he has some fight in him - is that what lured her towards him? "You must have interested her quite a bit. I told her to find me somebody fascinating." Now wasn't that flattering? "Where does a wolf your age hide all these years?"

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