Name: Ace

Gender: Male

Age: 2.6 years

Appearance: An athletically built male of an average height (perhaps a hair shorter than most males), fairly well-muscled. He's lean rather than bulky muscle, made for speed and agility, but still capable of holding his own in a fight. His fur is a coal-black base, yet he is flecked with silver-tipped fur. A dark background frames brilliant amber eyes.

Pack: Noctis

Rank: Alpha

Sexuality: To be determined in RP

Family: Sarge (father)

Mate: None

Personality: Ace is on the quiet side, and viewed as a rather innocent guy to those not living with Noctis. He doesn't speak much and is rather inexperienced as Alpha, after the abrupt death of his father on the journey to return to their old home. However, he seems to be a very promising guy who values strong bonds and family. He treats his packmates as brothers and sisters, however, he is very skeptical of the other packs. He can be indecisive under pressure, and in the down time, enjoys a naive and scatter-brained personality. He's quite the opposite with his friends, as an explosive fellow who can quickly become loud and embarrassed. He blushes a lot around them, really. Ace loves to have fun, but when he's around those he's unfamiliar with, he jumps right back into his shell.

Although he seems childish on the outside, Ace should not be overlooked as a weak link to his pack. Seeing that he loves his pack and ancestors like family, he will do anything to ensure that they remain safe...if necessary, this can result in foul play directed towards the other packs. He doesn't take kindly to outsiders, even if he's a ridiculously huge softy behind Noctis' camp walls. He loves long stories and older wolves, as he is extremely inspired by them!

History: Son of the previous Alpha, grew up with three brothers. His brothers disappeared, and his father was not pleased to be left with jumpy Ace as his only successor. However, the young male was eager to prove himself to his father (fun fact: he was a huge mommy's boy), even if very nervous by the idea of so much responsibility.

Before they could reach the new home, Ace's father passed away, but in the end, he was proud of what his son had accomplished. His father was confident that he would serve his pack well, even if the skittish Ace thought otherwise. For now, he tries his best to lead Noctis and please their ancestors with a protective yet affectionate atmosphere.

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Name:
Romulus

Gender:
Male

Age:
4.1 Years

Appearance:
Romulus is a large, bulky male, with short ears and a long snout. He has reasonably long fur, which is rich and warm at the roots, yet fades to black at the tip. Built for strength and combat ability, to find yourself on the receiving end of his powerful bite is a terrible and often grave mistake. Though agile in close range, Romulus is a slow mover, so pursuing another wolf is difficult and stamina draining; to avoid this, the Alpha commonly relies on confronting his target, or drawing them to him. Despite being so large, he is surprisingly stealthy when navigating the meadow he resides in, though he sticks out like a sore thumb in dull surroundings.

Pack:
Lumen

Rank:
Alpha

Sexuality:
Bisexual

Family:
Remus (Brother)

Mate:
N/A

Personality:
Romulus is an aggressive and patronising Alpha, traits which stem from his vast amount of experience and skill. He is immensely prideful, and takes relish in sparring and defeating anyone who challenges him. He looks down upon the weak, and sees it as his job to protect them, whilst congratulating the strong, as long as they don't intend to usurp his powerful image. Extremely hot-headed, Romulus often relies on those around him to keep him in check, though he'd never admit it. Outsiders are considered a major threat, and will be punished severely if they step out of line.

Romulus' rude and demanding attitude is endured by all of the pack, who mostly find it funny or endearing - none of Lumen pack really take him seriously.

Though most observe him to be a rash and conceited, Romulus keeps his true personality under lock and key. The Alpha has an extreme inferiority complex, which started in his youth, and has never quite grown out of it. Those close to him know that he's unwilling to be vulnerable to anyone, lashing out at any wolf who attempts to pry him of his superiority. Though no one has ever persisted long enough to crack his facade, an unfortunate companion will eventually be the straw that broke the camel's back. He's also adept at telling stories, though scarcely does so in fear of tainting his intimidating appearance - whenever Romulus begins to spin a tale, the entire pack comes to listen.

History:
Romulus was one of two wolves, the other being his brother, Remus. At first, they were an inseparable duo, with Remus being filled to the brim with wit, and Romulus having the brawn to carry his schemes out. As they grew older, however, they became divided. It was announced that Remus was to be the next Alpha, with no room for Romulus. How could that be so, Romulus seethed, he was far better and stronger than scrawny old Remus! Romulus became furious at this news, and with every chance he got, he bullied Remus into submission, eventually succeeding in claiming the title of next Alpha, for Remus had forfeited the position. With Remus being so scrawny and timid, he had no choice but to relent to his brother's demands, remaining as the lowest ranked pack member by Romulus' command.

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“Build a man a fire, and he'll be warm for a day. Set a man on fire, and he'll be warm for the rest of his life.”

Name
Scorch.

Gender
Cis Female.

Age
4 years old.

Appearance
Carrying a perpetual scent of smoke, some may wonder what it is Scorch does or where she goes that she always comes home smelling like burnt wood and singed fur. She isn't a large wolf by any means, only 26 inches at the shoulder with a lean, sinuous build covered in sparse tawny fur tipped by black guard hairs. Her large ears and tail turn to a bright shade of russet, creating a somewhat odd, mismatched appearance while pale cream fur lines along the underside of her chin up to her cheeks, as well as her belly, paws and up the insides of her legs. Her eyes are a dark yellow hue, rarely showing emotion and possibly leaving those leveled with her gaze feeling a little uneasy. Her tapered muzzle ends in a scarred, jet black nose and healed over burn scars stretch up her left side. Fur never regrew over the damaged tissue, revealing black skin.

Pack
Noctis.

Rank
Scout.

Sexuality
Unknown.

Family
None within the pack. When asked about them she proves quite cryptic.

Mate
None.

Personality
In the long run, Scorch has a difficult time connecting with wolves on a personal level and often cares very little for the feelings or emotions of her peers. She is naturally self-centered as a result, most focused on her own wants and what she believes her friends and new family need. This may not always align with what they actually want or need. Her mind is pragmatic, full of logical solutions that at times may make her packmates recoil in disgust at the lack of feeling. She isn't the strongest wolf physically and prefers not to spill blood, as she finds violence in and of itself abhorrent; proving a very hands-off type unless personally involved somehow.

A walking contradiction in some respects. She seems quite skilled at the hunt and that combined with stealthy, quiet movements earned Scorch her rank. More or less harmless if left to her own devices, save for perhaps potentially emotionally scarring someone who isn't prepared to handle her personality. Scorch is so caught up in her own ideals and sense of morality she rarely considers each wolf she interacts with as an individual unless they've managed to somehow be included in her 'inner circle'. She doesn't appear to be aware of her own cruelty, left puzzled when others avoid her company.

History
Scorch's birth pack was far more traditional than Noctis, consisting of only her parents as the dominant pair, three older siblings who had yet to leave and find mates of their own, her mother’s lame brother and Scorch’s littermates. Alphas, betas and omegas were not ranks these wolves knew of or used. Her life was fairly normal, up until the point humans began encroaching on their territory. Men brought their dogs and man's beast spread their disease.

The day came when the illnesses’ cursed grip clutched nigh everyone in the area, even her own family, plunging them into madness and, ironically, only Scorch remained untainted. One night a storm shook the forest, a bolt of lightning striking a tree and sending inflamed branches to the ground. Scorch grabbed the unburned end of the branch between her teeth and spread it. Fire. Destructive, yet cleansing. There was nothing left worth saving in this place, only misery, and infection. She owed it to the world to keep it from spreading and so she did.

Theme Song
Twisted - Missio.

Extra
Scorch is a pyromaniac, obsessed with fire and its uses.

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“With shortness of breath, I’ll explain the infinite, how rare and beautiful it truly is that we exist.”

Name
Tarkik.

Gender
Amab. Nonbinary, but typically still uses he/him pronouns.

Age
2 years old.

Appearance
Sporting a silvery pelt grizzled with black and turning to more of a rust color along the muzzle, legs, and underlining of his tail, Tarkik’s coat is often sprinkled with dirt and splattered by mud from rummaging around in search of herbs. Though he has little idea what to do with them he's eager to learn their uses and incorporate them into his practice. He'll go herb hunting anywhere from the bottom of a pond to the branches of a tree towering miles above his head and his coat is rarely clean as a result.

His build is lanky and long-legged, most of his gangling frame hidden by his thick fur. Already he’s about the same height as a typical fully mature male, he is still fairly young and has quite a bit of growing yet to do do. Tarkik's nose is the darkest point on his body, being black as a chunk of coal, and his almond-shaped eyes are a bright shade of amber, proving very expressive. You'll always know what Tarkik is feeling from his eyes if not his expression. The youthful herbalist is not free of scarring, his left ear quite tattered and tail crooked.

Pack
Lumen.

Rank
Healer.

Sexuality
Demisexual & Panromantic.

Family
None within the pack.

Mate
None.

Personality
To say the least, Tarkik is a bit of a hapless mess. Clumsy and a tad anxious, he means well but isn't the best at his job just yet. It's not necessarily through any fault of his own. He's never had a proper teacher. Often in the wild, the only things you have at your disposal for a wound are cobwebs and healers were kept around to more or less judge the severity of injuries, watching over sick or injured wolves until they either got better or died. A gloomy job truly. He's always wanted to do better and now he has the chance.

Tarkik is a non-aggressive wolf and would rather avoid a fight, uninterested in involving himself in any form of brutality and his combat skills are exceptionally poor. While practical, Tarkik is not unkind and hopes things will work out for the best regardless of the situation, as naive as that can come across. Optimistic and bubbly, he always tries to see the silver lining and you can always count on Tarkik to be optimistic. Compassionate and desiring nothing more than to simply be useful, Tarkik’s tendency to avoid confrontation and the way he flinches away at any sign of conflict seem to hint at an unpleasant life lived before finding his current pack.

History
A former omega found to have some use as a healer. His existence in and of itself is a miracle, born from an unapproved mating as well as being the runt of the litter. Tarkik spent most of his young life trying to keep out of the way of angry packmates and at times still flinches away from his new pack members in expectation of pain. He eventually left his birth pack in hopes of finding a better life elsewhere, finding such among the Lumen wolves.

Theme Song
Saturn - Sleeping At Last.

Extra
N/A.

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Probably will add characters to the other two packs as well, but for now, have these disasters.

Name: Remus

Gender: Male

Age: 4.1 years

Appearance: Slender and wiry-built, the resemblance Remus bears to his littermate seems to cease at a russet coat color. He was not born to combat the world using his brute strength (he's a proven poor-fighter), rather to run its earth on oblong legs, to chase the sun from morning until dusk. Granted, he is swift and has impressive stamina, but Remus lacks worthy coordination. For a wolf so slender, he is surprisingly clumsy on his paws, unfortunately only adding to his inability to hold his own in combat. Remus' rust-colored coat is coarse and littered with scars from his failure to defend his title of Alpha from his brother, Romulus. Unlike most, he does not wear these marks with pride- he wears them with shame.

Pack: Lumen

Rank: Warrior

Sexuality: To be determined in RP

Family: Brother: Romulus (living)

Mate: None

Personality: In days past, Remus was infamous for running his mouth and being a hair too far over the cocky side. He was confident in himself and his big mouth, especially when he had Romulus' muscle to back him up in any fight. However, when away from his brother, Remus was timid and vulnerable. Unbeknownst to him, his greatest strength would later become his biggest weakness when Romulus finally knocked him off his high horse. After the shock set in, so did a new reclusive side of the wolf. The once self-assured individual now cowers in the wake of other warriors while hiding in the shadow of his littermate, yet his heart longs for the brotherly love he formerly shared with Romulus. Without Romulus to protect him, he feels as helpless as ever, leaving the confident side that once existed in Remus to completely disappear into thin air.

At the moment, he is mentally and physically weak- he gives into temptation and devilish offers from his packmates in a pitiful attempt to make himself feel more secure. They taunt him, and he takes it. For now, Remus' tail rests tightly in between his legs, but the male is cunning and crafty. Many moons ago, his active mind was filled with wisdom and tricks of all sorts, until turmoil struck and made him practically lose his mind. Slowly but surely, he is regaining his old self in a bitter twist. He may be a coward for now, but that ominous gleam has always existed in his chocolate optics, as if a storm is brewing in this temporary calm.

History: Remus was born alongside Romulus, the brother he came to adore and treasure more than anything in the world. With his brain and his brother's strength, the slippery canine was certain that they could conquer anything, perhaps even claim whatever they pleased. However, Remus' ambitions became strong and his sense for what he loved most in the world became weak, and he stepped on toes to get what he desired: power. If he could not have the physical strength that his sibling was blessed with, then he would attain it in a political sense. He failed to realize that Romulus was seeking the same title, and when Remus was selected as Alpha...his reign was cut short. The cocky wolf was dethroned by his own brother, beaten into submission. His slender build and timid nature outside of the protection Romulus provided no aid in the matter, ultimately hailing Remus as the loser. Now, he cowers at the paws of all members of Lumen...at least, for now.

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"I've seen everything from frozen mountain peeks to scorching sands. Wonder what I'll find here.

Name:
Rovaana

Gender:
Female

Age:
Has Survived 3 Years

Appearance:
Scrawnily built and suffering slightly from malnutrition, at the moment the she-wolf is probably one of the smaller wolves in the territories. Even when properly fed, this statement would hold true. This being said, Rovaana is probably one of the swiftest and most agile. She is confident in her steps and moves as such with long, lankly legs that carry her slender, short-furred body.

Rovaana's fur color can be described as a tawny that becomes slightly lighter during the summer months and darker during the winter ones. The short-fur length does not change much from season to season though does add a few centimeters to its length and thickness during the winter months. Rovaana can struggle keeping herself warm during these times.

The she-wolf has amber eyes with flecks of gold and green littered around her irises. They are often sparkling with a great intelligence, mirth, or a mixture of the two.

Pack:
Outsider

Rank:
Outsider

Sexuality:
Bisexual - Male Preference but can definitely appreciate female companionship and a pretty face

Family:
Remembers None (Feel free to ask!)

Mate:
None

Personality:
Intelligent and fun loving, Rovaana has a way of finding herself (and others) trouble. This she-wolf is always looking for the next adventure, where ever she might find it. When annoyed or possibly being playful, she does have a tenancy to snap at and tease others mercilessly.

History:
Birthed south of these lands, Rovaana has been traveling and exploring since the day she left her home territory in search of adventure. She has traveled here, to this forest in search of the same adventure. Perhaps, she'll stay a while... or perhaps she won't.

Extra:
Open to joining a pack (probably as a 'hunter'/warrior), might be slightly difficult.
Open to mate.

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" I'm-a make a deal with the bad wolf
So the bad wolf don't bite no more "

Name: Primrose / Rose
Gender: Female
Age: 5 years

Appearance: Rose is quite the peculiar looking wolf, with thin and long legs, and dirt-blonde shaggy fur, she can look almost unsettling, with a pelt that nearly looks iridescent in the sunlight, giving her a ghostly appearance. Her tall and lean stature doesn't help either, being able to tower over most of the other she-wolves, and with a shrewd hazel gaze, approaching Rose can feel intimidating. She is quite agile, not really having the muscles or brute strenght to be of any use in a fight, and with the endurance of an elder, she isn't big on moving too much. Her paws are small in comparison to her body giving them a dainty feel when you first take a look at the female.

Pack: Noctis
Rank: Healer
Sexuality: Bisexual
Family: Unknow
Mate: N/A

Personality: Quiet - Calm - Intuitive - Treacherous - Intelligent - Sneaky - Unpredictable - Pragmatic

Primrose is a wolf of little words, impassive and often vague in her wording, she is the epitome of mystery, rarely feeling the need to disclose any personal information, and becoming quite annoyed when probed to do so; she’s seen and done selfish acts, and is determined to hide any misjudgment from her pack mates. She often speaks in a very calm and flat tone, and her lack of an ability to emote strongly often sucks any well-meant praise and sincerity out of her words. Despite finding difficulty in navigating social situations, the she-wolf has learned over the years from her sheltered upbringing that being impartial with her opinions can easily please (or annoy) other wolves; Rose never raises her voice for complaint or has any strong opinion in decision making, at least not in front of others; the only exception perhaps is when faced with some kind of mistreatement, she is grateful to her pack and protective of them. The she-wolf is quite perceptive and attentive to the world around her, and is able to adapt and change to fit her environment.

Though wise and seemingly good-natured to most of her pack members, Primrose is only kind and helpful on a surface level; she does care about them in a sense, but it only goes so far as they can benefit her. She can be deceptive and show ill intent when deemed necessary. She’s not evil per say, nor does she have any big scheme to disturb the peace, but she has been guarded and told not to trust anyone for the better part of her life. Rose is emotionally distant and devoid of many meaningful social links; it is as hard for others to fully trust her as it is for her to be open and rely on others. Very little phases her, be it gore or harsh behavior, so she is able to keep her composure, and it takes a lot to anger her, wich is why older wolves seem more keen to interact with the she-wolf than the more abrasive younglings.

History: Primrose was born on a secluded northern pack of arctic wolves that roamed a vast tundra territory. Both her parents were alphas, and being born royalty, she was coddled and sheltered her whole life. The pack was extremely orthodox and ranks were taken very seriously, even so that Rose's mother forbid her from interacting with low-ranking wolves, apart from the occasional sparring. The she-wolf's life proved incredibly lonesome, spending most of her days in the alpha's den, made company only by a overprotective mother and seeing her brothers from time to time. She took to learning as a pastime, studying everything she could find, and trying to decipher every aspect of nature. Just after her third birthday, the pack was struck with the loss of a great number of wolves at once, and they quickly figured the number of hunters had increased in the area. The once prosperous pack was almost entirely wiped. Not missing a beat, Primrose ran away, not looking back at any of her family. She eventually found herself within Noctis territory, and it seemed her knowledge proved itself useful when earning a rank in the pack
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Name: Sitka

Gender: Female

Age: 3.6 years

Appearance: Sitka is a lean female that stands on impressively long legs. Her fur is relatively short for a wolf, but considerably thick to make up for any lack of warmth. The female is almost completely white, save from the hints of dark silver shading her uppers. Her fur is far from sleek- she's rather fuzzy, almost pup-like. Sitka's eyes area rich amber, hinted with hues of honey-gold to compliment a very obvious coal-black nose.

Pack: Outsider

Rank: Outsider (former Pagnia Beta)

Sexuality: Demisexual

Family: None (open to a brother)

Mate: Open

Former Mate: Pa'ar (had 3 stillborn pups in secrecy)

Personality: Those who have met the female describe her as lovely and with a heart of gold. Her patience is ridiculous, making her a wonderful mentor to moody adolescents that aim to chase any "old farts" off. Her long-fuse, going in hand with her wisdom, makes her a rather admirable and well-respected individual. Sitka is a great shoulder to lean on and spill all your worries to- she's maternal and loves to lend a hand whenever needed.

Loyal and stubborn, the female has a need to prove herself and take off on some wild adventure. She was described as too placid by her packmates, someone who played life too safe and therefore never really got the opportunity to enjoy the fruits she was given. While she loved the pack she grew up in, she knew that it was not her home. Sitka has a poor habit of following her heart and instincts, causing her to act impulsively from time to time. Not to mention, Sitka is ridiculously laid back, seriously. While her maternal instincts are easy to respect, she does not give a damn about dominance, ranking systems, caste systems, what have you. She considers herself a friend to all, and by the ancestors, she's stubborn about it. She'll chat your ear off and act like the alphas are her bffs, even if her nose gets bit off in the process.

History: The young female was born and raised in Pagnia, groomed to be their next beta. Her parents themselves had been the previous betas, and were eager to uphold their only daughter to their values. While Sitka adored her parents, Pagnia simply never felt like home to her, outside of her best friend Pa'ar. She took up the rank of Beta begrudgingly, and mentored a handful of adolescents along the way. However, surely there was a way to feel more comfortable and hapopy as beta- perhaps with a companion?

She asked Pa'ar to stand as beta at her side, to which he graciously accepted for secret ambitions. While he acted as the dominant power, she happily stood as his side to convince her packmates that all was well. One thing lead to another, and eventually, their bond became official.

While she had quite a few friends in her home, there were those who teased her for being too predictable, for following the current and never taking the bull by its horns. She simply...obeyed.

Sitka's stubborn half took over, and it might have been the greatest mistake of her life. Or perhaps, it was a golden opportunity that she fortunately took. She asked Pa'ar to run away with her, to live a life filled with adventure and less responsibility, only to receive disgust on his part. She abandoned him like a fool, leaving behind all they had gained together.

Nonetheless, she left Pagnia approximately a year ago before moving out to live life on her own, to perhaps find new friends and adventure. The little lady's paws lead her to where the four packs would ironically meet once again. Currently, she's been living there for approximately six moons, making her very familiar with the lay of the land. However, as of recent events, Sitka has felt rather lonely. She's not much of a lone-wolf, as she's discovered. She's aiming to potentially rejoin a pack, although it's unlikely to be her old home.

Unbeknownst to Pa'ar, Sitka has kept a secret for the past couple of moons. Upon her leave, she discovered that she was pregnant with his pups, and was never able to break the news to him. She began to panic, but refused to sulk back home and eat out of their paws. Unfortunately, all of her pups were stillborns. It distressed her, and she fears telling Pa'ar (but she's also terrified of seeing him again).

Extra: Considering joining Lumen, Noctis, or Divum.

Bracken

“Respect is not given, it’s earned. And it can be taken away.”

Gender
Male

Age
5.5

Appearance
Bracken is a large wolf by all means, and he’s plenty aware of this, though the thing that stands out the most for this brute, would be his red coat. Short but wild, like an unmanaged flame. A lighter underside and darker saddle marking the pelt in varies ticks of oranges and reds. Contrasting to his vibrant colors, which might suggest a loud personality to come with it, he holds himself with a more soldier like stride.

His short boxed ears and snout, as well as the many scars across his body, comes across like that of a true warrior. Giving him a well kept and important air to his appearance, one that shouldn’t be challenged. Expressions as boxed as the rest of him, if anything he seems to be always watching. He carries his weight well, and never lets his head fall between his shoulders. Short tail held high and steady, like the earn of him. He’s quiet sure of his status, and never lets himself or those around him forget it.

Pack
Lumen

Rank
Beta

Sexuality
Ace-romantic.
Not incapable of love, but he would suggest not wasting your time.

Family
Stethany | Deceased | Disrespected
She was an aloof wolf, who strayed further and further from Lumen everyday. With big hopes and dreams, she finally received them all. Never to be seen again.

Frenrir | Deceased | Disrespected
A well respected commander of Noctis, who fathered the impressive Bracken, and raised him well. He unfortunately met his end at the edge of a cliff during one late border patrol.

Mate
None

Personality
Despite Brackens outward appearance, sorted for something more like war. He finds his pleasures in politics. A quick tongue, but not so silver, he knows what to say and he’ll say it. The confidence he conveys alone physically, helps carry that over into his words, and wolves notice. He knows what he’s talking about when it comes to making the best decisions for the pack, and though he’s a good follower, and wouldn’t challenge his superiors without just cause. He’s a great leader, and he knows it.

His respect for pack law and tradition is what holds him back from outright taking what he wants. A wolf who doesn’t respect these things though, he shows no mercy. Law is one of the most important things to Bracken, it’s what he’s been raised to believe in, to follow, and to one day make when he was a pup. His family, though the ones who taught him these very things, he doesn’t speak about anymore. Many who know this brute, would know it’s not a topic you bring up around him. He’s not one who lives in the past, only focused on making the now, and the future, the best they can be.

History
Not something bracken would ever speak of, a disgusting mark on his history, one filled with disrespect, betrayal, and murder. His mother, known to everyone, ran off one night and never came back. No one knew why, all except Bracken’s father, who would one day tell his son the story. The story of how his mother was a cheating whore, who was running off to meet with a rogue. His father, still in love with her, hid her secret, and he hid it well, until one day he didn’t need to anymore. She was gone.

Bracken, when he discovered the truth, was overcome with such a rage, it never truly left him. He waited till the right moment, letting that rage build and build until he burst. He accompanied his father on a late night patrol, treating it as nothing out of the ordinary, he’d done it plenty times before. This time though, when they reached the cliff side, his father slipped. Bracken sealed his rage tight again, and made his way back to Noctis. Spinning the tale of his father’s fated death.

Now that they’ve traveled back to their ancestors homeland, he’s determined to leave his past behind, and all who associate with it. Taking his anger out on the distrust between these new packs.

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