There was a moment in history when everything stood still. The trees went unwavering, the ocean ceased to move. This was a time when the wolves ruled. Darwin’s Theory came into play, “survival of the fittest.” That was the rule of the land, and everyone understood it. Then came the thundering sounds of bulldozers, trees ripped from their roots. Land was strewn and carved up. Enclosures and fences were put down. Migration and the natural way of life was destroyed.

The ones who had been there long before the two-leggers looked on in horror. Quickly their land was becoming infested, the water polluted and the air contaminated. These hairless creatures seemed not to realize the damage that occurred. They went about with their aimless lives, dismissing what burden they set upon the creatures they displaced.

One creature adapted, became better suited for the lifestyle that they now occupied. The grey wolf. Scientists label this creature as Canis Lupus, they set the label in book, upon shelves, but do not truly understand the way of the grey wolf. They see us only as killers, set upon this earth for destruction. We killed livestock and they blamed us for starvation. Had they not killed thousands of us due to starvation from land and prey loss? We learn how to survive, the only way we know how.

There lives a legend among wolves though. Every wolf has heard it at least once. It is of a place, high up in the mountains of modern day Canada. It is said wolves have lived there since the beginning of time, when the Ice Bridge between Asia and North America still existed. They say only the strongest, most brilliant wolves live there. They live untouched by humans, they live free and wild, as every wolf should. They lived among humans long ago though, at least that is how the legend goes.



It was a cold night when human and wolf first met. His name was Unk Acua, One of Water. He sat in the light of a burning fire, the smell of death had spread across the land and he had run away to try to survive. Something was wrong in the air, he knew it and the animals knew it. A young wolf named Redqick approached. His footfalls fell silent upon the earth and Unk Acua had no chance to respond. But Redqick did not strike. The lone wolf sat across the fire, his tail curled about his paw and he simply watched the young man.

The perpetual sound of silence fell over the two. Man and wolf sat as the night wavered on. Most animals feared the fire, but Redqick sat, the light bounced off his eyes as he watched the man. Then he was up and gone. The man let out a sigh of relief and he ate the day’s catch. Within him he knew it would not be the last night he would see that wolf or a descendent of the wolf. Months later he stumbled upon the den of a wolf, the sound of a pup bounced off the walls, magnifying it.

The man approached, the smell of wolves was the only residual scent within the den. And yet the small pup lay by himself. He took the wolf, only a couple of days old, and raised it. He fed it meat he could and killed animals that carried milk. The pup grew strong, and almost to the spitting image of his father, Redqick. The man named him Sacund, or Second.

It wasn’t long before Sacund was hunting along side the man, but his wild side still surged within him. He had pent it up, built a dam to hold it back. But every night he felt the will of the forest calling him back. The pair arrived in what they believed was Eden. But Unk Acua fell deathly ill from the water he drank. And there was nothing Sacund could do but watch as his adoptive father fell ill. His body became frail, and he slowly withered away. Each bone was viewable, his ribs began to protrude and his stomach grew from starvation and malnutrition.
Sacund cried at night, a tearful wolf cry. The howls reaching the Heavens but fell upon deaf ears. It was the way of the world. The night Unk Acua died the world wept. At least Sacund’s world wept. But that was the night the first of many appeared. She traveled over the mountains, her paws split open from the rocky mountains. Her fur was matted and filthy. But her eyes told her story, they bounced and drew in everything she saw. She held the spirit of Unk Acua and that night the two celebrated.

The morning held the arrival of four more. They would be the beginning lineage of a place forgotten. Within them they knew they would always be free, yet captured. For you are never free when your brother is a prisoner. And so the pack called Terra Obliviónis came to be. The pack of Land of the Forgotten.



The snarl resounded within the valley. Bouncing off of the mountain sides and then swallowed by the forest. Two males circled each other. Their footsteps in unison, and their eyes locked. The snarls grew as pack mate was set against pack mate. “Come on, Clutch,” Bane said gently, his voice clearly spoke of intelligence and kindness. “What, Bane,” Snapped Clutch. “We can just stop this now, it isn’t worth fighting over,” Bane said cautiously, he knew his brother’s temper first hand and didn’t want other wolves to see how his brother truly was. “No, Bane. Not this time, this time fighting is the only way,” Clutch cackled as he snapped as his brother’s side.

His teeth came in contact with the warm flesh of his brother. Blood slowly making its’ way through the thick under coat of Bane. But Bane didn’t give in so easily. He grabbed a hold of Clutch’s throat, tossing the male quickly to the ground. “Just remember that you chose this fate,” Bane snarled as he dove in for the attack. Clutch was quickly on his feet again. He snapped down on his brother, the metallic taste of his brother’s blood filled his mouth. Bane ripped a chunk of ear from his brother, along with fur as he struggled to get back on his feet. He was quick to attack again, but as he clamped down on the throat of Clutch he felt his own throat come under pressure. Then came the tearing and both males let go, to watch his enemy fall to the ground in a pool of blood.

Three days later the two awoke to find their land had been split by the pack member themselves. The males were furious, but they knew eventually one of them would combine the land under one rule again. Both are still oblivious to the fact it was Wyote who divided the land. Although cynical and often blood-thirsty herself she hated to see two brothers fighting. She saw a chance to assert her usual dominant behaviors and took the healing process and the division process under her control. And now the once peaceful land is divided by conflict and bloodshed.



In the midst of the Hukem Mountains lie the lands of the Abysol and Gawain Packs, a valley hidden by snow-capped slopes and endless pine forests. Known only by its inhabitants, the valley is a well kept secret, coveted for its untainted resources and untamed landscape.

The valley is divided into four rough sections, and surrounded on all sides by the Hukem Mountains. To the north lie the steepest and most treacherous peaks, covered in snow year round. Mountain goats frequent the slopes, and wolves willing to risk their necks on the sharp rock will earn a tasty meal. Less skilled wolves will find navigating the peaks a daunting task, both physically and mentally exhausting. These northern mountains, void of large foliage, offer little protection from winter winds, but offer a solitude found few places in the valley. From the northern peaks flows a frigid river that divides the valley approximately in half, providing ample water for the sprawling forests and diverse plant life. At the base of the northern mountains lies a small but exceedingly dense forest, comprised mainly of evergreens and pines.

As you move east from the northern mountains, the slopes decrease in size, and snowy rock gives way to desert stone. This part of the valley receives the most sunlight, and the flat terrain closest to the heart of the valley has baked red brown in sun’s heat. Though smaller than the northern peaks, the eastern mountains are equally hazardous. The large rocks at the base of the slopes are unpredictable, and those who do not tread carefully will regret their carelessness. The forests of the east are mostly small, scrub like trees that thrive in the heat. They provide little protection in the winter, but there are many caves to be found amongst the loose rock of the eastern mountains. Little water is found in the east, meaning wolves must travel either to the river (which splits the valley) or to southern lakes.

Following the rocky slopes of the eastern mountains will lead you to the south, a part of the valley which combines the warmth of the east and forest of the west. The largest body of water lies in the south, a large lake skirted by thick leafy trees. The south is noted for its greenery. The forest floor is carpeted in mosses and leaves, and areas in which trees do not grow are covered in tall marshy grasses and dense underbrush. Summer and spring are pleasantly warm, but fall and winter are cold as the rest of the valley, the lake often freezing over in the winter months. The mountains are low, providing little protection from southern winds, but the forests usually offer adequate coverage.

The low peaks of the southern mountains grow gradually larger as you move west, and leafy trees are replaced by towering pines and redwoods. The west boasts the largest forests and greatest array of game, and wolves inhabiting this heavily forested area eat well. But bringing down the bulky bucks and hefty moose takes many wolves, something the Abysol Pack doesn’t have. The large dense forest offers many hiding places for prey, and hunting here might not be as easy as you think. Temperatures are mild and spring and summer, but it can grow quiet cold in the winter, so its best to take shelter in a cave or dig a den, for many of the trees become bare.

Each area of the valley has desirable features, and the two packs have been known to squabble for bits of land. The Abysol Pack resides primarily in the North and West, leaving the South and East for Gawain. The river is the decided divider, but wolves have been known to disregard the barrier and journey to the other side. (Luv did the setting, so credit to her.)



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