• The wolfs oh so feared by man, they bare their teeth and snarle. They have Order and law, yet Rebels they be. Oh how beautiful and majestic are they, but the blood on their faces and power in their eyes. they bite the hand that feeds them gladly, and they howl at the moon to warn off the weak.

    A pack that never splits, the dominate one leading, the followers faithfully following. Fearsome are they, striking fear into the hearts of the people who tremble in their houses at the sound of them. Fearless are they, running north to find their prey.

    But though they have so much power, Even wolfs die. the strongest and weakest, fate shall never change at the end. Fades away does their stength, and so to does their fear. yet it would sem that the one thing that lasts is the thing that is passed down through the generations. their fear, and memories shall last forever.