🦋 The Garden 🌿
Bird songs and fluttering butterflies indicate her presence.


In life and death, The Garden has always been shrouded with mystery. A shadow with swirling, yellow eyes watching one from a distance, hidden between tall trees or thick brush. She's a spirit who loves wolf kind from afar, blessing those who encounter her. Some wolves believe her to be a spirit of fertility. Likewise, some don't believe she exists, denouncing sightings of her to be just a trick of the eye. Still, territories with recent sightings of her recount lush hunting grounds abundant with prey. These packs also seem to have even more pups than normal.

I present Cupru!
Amongst the forest of the Nightfallers, a sudden change in the air occurs. Strange wisps become frequent, and seem to lead wolves astray from their packs. Cupru seems to fall into their trap, becoming what legends foretold: a monster (aka the Barghest), wandering in the night that slaughters all in its presence. After defeating a bear and merely ripping out its skull to garnish as a crown in the wisp-created haze, he soon embellishes the title of the "Moonlight Massacrer". And mayhaps... He may find another of his own that fell into the haze of his wisp comrades.

Once the haze wears off, all seems to be normal, but Cupru is constantly found to be conversing with an odd entity none can see... What truly happened in that forest?

Troubled by the mysterious genocide of her pack pups, Irona sets to provide the safety her pack needs. Wandering around her pack territory she meets a group of witches that say they can make a salve that could save her pack from fantastical intruders. Determined Irona accepts the deal, in turn her pack would be forced to stay within their territory.

With a deal accepted, Irona makes sure that her pack wears the salve every time they go outside the Prairie. She makes sure that everyone in her pack comes back and no intruders go inside. Not even a wolf.

𓅂 Divina, the Astral Oracle 𓅂

As a young pup, Divina was thought to have been born with spontaneous blindness. But as she grew older, it became clear that she was able to see; this sight was, however, exclusively within the Astral Plane. Throughout the years she has harnessed her power to gain greater knowledge of the Astral Sea, is able to give warnings of many upcoming threats, and has become revered within the pack for her insight. She has since been blessed with immortality by the Morrow's Peak Pack's patron deity, and is focusing her efforts on dream-focused magicks.

➵ Corpus, The Resurrected ➵
<sub>Centuries ago a curious little wolf pup fell from the gentle jaws of his mother while she carried him over a fallen log. This logged perched itself between the crook of two standing trees somewhat 10ft off the ground. She had done this before, with an earlier litter, and it was apart of the packs ritual to move from place to place. Whatever had made her drop the boy she never did quite know… but the guilt, despair and restless anguish she experienced never ceased. His little dark eyes peered up at her through the splash of murky water, soft paws flailing against the sky. His small body sank quickly as he began inhaling water and became entangled with the stems of dense lily pads, overwhelmed by the thick clumps of moss and how difficult it was to see in the water. His little self was no match for powers of this bayou.

A tremor was felt throughout the bed of the waters. It was night and all the alligator's started hissing, looking for a way out of the water as quickly as they could swim. A hoot owl screeched and rested on a limb above the spot in the water where it bubbled and glowed. The swamp was filled with an odd scent and as the small black form of a pup covered with moss, vines and slime was revealed from its depths, the owl no longer wondered what a centuries old corpse might smell like. The bird peered curiously at the pup from the high ground, "You've been resurrected, Corpus."</sub>