The winds this December night seem far colder than usual, setting your cubs afeared as the shadows creep closer and closer, the distant wailing blizzards howling like a tormented spirit..

..The scourge of undeath has arisen once more, and it leaves ruin in it's wake. Aid your fellow kings with gifts, for the damned spare none.


Usual rules, gift and you shall receive back! Gifting the page is recommended but not necessary, as is putting a little role-playing spin upon your gift/message!