Almost a week after the sinking of Greyshale… Wolf Silverpelt, chief of what was left of the Silverpelt Ravager pack, looked out over the devastation of what had been his pack’s territory.  Avalanches of rock and earth caused by the sinking of Greyshale had torn through his camp, taking buildings and people alike with it.  As it stood, nearly a third of his pack had been lost to the avalanche or scattered and taken by the Two-Stripes in their attack, and with their primary fo

It was a quiet time in Crossroads.  The sun was setting, the dichotomy of the cold air and blistering sun giving way to the constant cold of night.  A formerly hidden Ravager pack that calls themselves the Godhunters had pushed back the expansionist White Paw tribe, and the roads were once again safe.  The merchant and religious quarters were still abuzz with activity in Crossroads over this news and talk of the Skyfall that was still fresh in everyone’s mind.  Carmine took a

He makes his way through throngs of people.  Aspirants, prophets, acolytes, laymen, all here for the same reason.  The religious Revival...