Wyrm’s Hollow
Tucked deep within a wind-carved ravine, the Windtooth Pack's den lies half-hidden by stone and thorn. Jagged cliffs rise on either side, offering shelter from the biting cold and a high vantage point over the forest below. Weathered pines cling to the rocks above, their roots snaking down like sentries, and the ever-present wind howls softly through the crevices—never silent, never still.The den itself is carved into the rock, expanded over time by claw, patience, and purpose. Inside, it's cool and dim, lined with moss and dried bracken for comfort. Faint marks of old claws—those of Woodworm's first efforts—can still be seen near the entryway. A small, clear stream trickles through a channel just outside, feeding both wolves and the tangled patch of herbs Mugwort tends near the eastern wall.
This place isn't gentle—but it endures. Like the wolves who claimed it, it is sharp, sacred, and strong.