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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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Posted on March 27, 2020 at 11:06:27 PM by MOONSHADE

Did you know that your perfect little world could be flipped upside down into a living hell in the blink of an eye?

I had woken up one day. There wasn't anything unusual at first. But then I noticed that my mother wasn't laying beside me. And my sister was missing too. At first I didn't think much about it. Mum was probably hunting for food or doing some boring pack business. Shimmerpaw was probably playing hide and go seek or something. She liked to run off and hide and I would find her, I was good at finding her. I left our den and went looking for her. I looked in all the usual places. Behind the sand dunes, through the long grass, in a little cave that we found on the shore that was safe to play in during low tide. But I couldn't find my sister anywhere. And that was strange because I always found my sister.

I decided I would wait for them at the den. They would be back soon. Surely that was right? But the minutes ticked by into hours and then I saw light fade as the sunset. I sat at the entrance to our den and barked, but no one answered. I whimpered. And I cried. Where have they all gone? Why have they left me? If it because they didn't love me? Is it because I couldn't TELL them that I love them in return?

I wanted to lay in our den until they came back. I didn't want to go out into the world on my own. I wasn't ready yet. I wasn't old enough. I am not big enough to look after myself. When was the last time I ate? The pain in my stomach was nothing compared to the pain in my chest. Mum? Dad? Sis? Where are you?

After two days the brindled boy finally left the familiar surroundings of his den. The scent of his family was starting to grow stale upon the earth. He was famished, and trotted towards the first older packmate he could find. He didn't care who they were or how important they were, he needed something to fill his growling stomach. Once he got up close he flopped onto the ground and whimpered up at them pathetically. If he could get close enough he would lick around their muzzle in his desperate plea for food.
Moonshade
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