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

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how long will we blame the devils on our shoulders
and pose like angels on the outside

It's fascinating to watch her. She searches and yet, I can see her almost bypass me completely. Where is her mind, I wonder? But she is quick to tell me that too, though not with her words - she comes towards me but stops, and at first I move to rise, my ears flashing forward, for I wonder if she has caught wind of some danger, or heard some call I did not. Yet, I pause mid-rise as she sniffs at a flower and sighs in...relief, is it? Relieved by a flower? I immediately relax my position, though my attention is more intensely on her now. Glorall has not seen a wolf like this in so long...well, perhaps other than Eva. I cannot help but think of my overzealous daughter when Tikal approaches because, where they do not look the same, there is a familiarity in their essence. Perhaps Tikal has just unknowingly found herself a new task now that I think about it...

But when she talks, I just as quickly realize that now is not the time to load more tasks onto her, as competent as she might be at the ones I have in mind. She trips over her words, a thing that I cannot help but smirk at before I shake my head slowly. "You need not be so nervous, pullulant." I call her sprout because I am sure if she could, she would very well grow petals herself. "Glorall is happy to have a friend to the flowers - a guardian, perhaps." I glance back at the purple petals that had stopped her, wondering how it is that a wolf grows to be so fascinated with such things. Is it some part of youth that did not bloom within me? Or something in the blood, the family? Who can truly say, and I must stop my mind from roaming down such frivolous paths of thought. It is all too easy to become distracted by such things now - is it age, I wonder? I ought to ask mother before she finds herself wherever it is that the long sleep takes them.

I force my eyes back to her, and my mind back to my own task. I bow my head, small and subtle and hopefully not enough of a display to send her tripping over herself once more. "You have been busy, I know. How did you find Taviora's festivities? Did you find much of interest, to yourself and to Glorall?" Of course I desire to know things that might interest the pack and politics as a whole, but I am also curious as to what kinds of things Tikal herself finds of interest. I ought to know more about my pack, after all.

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