Welcome to Shadowfell

The land of mountains and shadow are home to many terrors. Some believe a great force, a monstrous power, resides at the heart of the mountains, keeping watch over the world and biding its time. It calls to the lost, guiding their paws into the steppes, never to return. Some abandon their unwanted here, in the hopes to appease that power and keep it at bay.

It is also home to a great bloodline of wolves who have struggled with their nature for generations. They are a distant pack, wary of strangers but keenly protective of their family. Although bound by blood, they often take in the lost and unwanted souls of the world below, keeping them safe and connected where once they were not.

---

Rustir finally took back her throne from her pretender uncle, challenging him to a duel to the death in his old age. None of the pack saw it coming except Saga. The Beta was keen to keep his power on the side lines, but he had known her mother's true wishes. Vor did not hold back against the young wolf, but his age was wearing and he relented. He died a few days after to his injuries, joining the rest of his siblings in the starry expanse. His harem mourned for many moons.

The Fjallian are those of Fjall's "imperial" bloodline. The Honored are outsiders who have earned their way into the pack with the Hallowed specifically being favored breeding females. The Heirs are the pack's young. The Outcasts are those for trade and the Untouchables is the quarantine.