When you finally breach in and make it somewhat farther into the lands, it does not appear to be the Eden one had hoped for. Instead, it’s nearly just as dead here, with the exception of more stable plants now sprouting. Here is where the hunting normally takes place, as the amount of prey is at least somewhat better. Spirit rituals are held here every few weeks, as the pack takes the small break of working to bond.

Dangerous and vast, the amount of cracks in the ground is enough to make any wolf quiver. All pack members are taught the valuable secret of how to get around here quickly and without hesitation; though any wolf could do it if they took the time. Nearly a maze, the ground rises in places like a small mountain; lowered in others, as well. It looks as if an earthquake struck here many times, as the number of crevices is uncountable.

Past the crevices, one finally reaches the mountain range. Hidden away behind many large rocks lay the pack’s main income of water. There are plenty of these pools, and in fact this is a very busy part of the land. The cave-like structure within is turquoise in shade; the very minimal amount of light coming from the pools themselves and causing this beautiful effect. Though in the midst of a desert, they are safe from a lot of warmth and whatever breeze does drift in keeps the place cool during the day.

Like any other pack, all the wolves need somewhere to settle down. The dens here, however, are not as versatile or large as those found in Cerrac. Instead, the ones here are crafted from scraps of wood and rock; made into small tent-like caves. When Rotaru had first moved into the Gaagii, these had been pre-made , so he made use of them. The draft from the many open holes keeps a wolf comfortable in the daytime, and still warm at night. Often the Chief wolf makes one who possesses the ability to create fire to make one in the middle of the camp at night. Located extremely near to the pools.