The Great Pack

-The Great Pack-

Countless moons have waxed, and an eternity of summers

slipped by since The Great Pack took to the hills and wood of this land, Aabahran. The soil was still young, the hunt still clean, when these grounds were the territories of my Old Fathers. The pack itself was vast, and excluding but a few loners and strays, it held within the loyalties of all the grey brothers, be they of the pure blood or merely like myself, marred with the mark of humanity. Strong, they were, and covered the trails in proud silence and domination. No natural enemies were, and little time was spent in worry or concern over the ways and wants of man.

In truth, it is not clearly known what caused the separation of my brothers and sisters from this time, though long memories hold that it took place before the ground was broken for construction of the city between the mountains, known now as Rheydin. The old ones whispered of a mass slaughter of our kind, almost to the point of extinction. This genocide of my blood was said to have been conducted by unmen, beings who neither walked on two or four legs, but traveled through the air like spectral demons.

Few survived the massacre, yet the Old Leader's youngest bitch made an escape. With her the remaining pups followed, back into the seclusion of the dark woods, where none have ever followed. From her and her brood, the blood was maintained. Few females were born in the generations that followed devastation, holding back any chance of growing back into the once large pack. The numbers dwindled and fell, and little hope was left for the rebirth of The Great Pack.

Recent years have brought change, and myself am proof of such a shift in breeding. Again, girl pups and females with the wolf spirit are brought regularly into this world, and a quiet faith is building. Hope again forms in the hearts of the beasts, and it has been said one will come to unite the brotherhood, and return us to our rightful trails and haunts.

Courtesy of Haevin, Mistress Wolf