Pack of the Silver Moon

An old grey wolf sat before a group of young pups, smiling at them as they bustled around. Their constant play and bickering was music to his old ears. But the pups all quieted, their ears and eyes coming to attention when the elder spoke. His voice was gruff, and overtime had become choppy, just like his coat, which had at one point been a beautiful black and brown. It was littered with specks of grey and white in his old age.

"How about I tell you a story, young ones...?" The pups all nodded in agreement, starting to settle down, manoeuvring so their bodies were no longer intertwined with one another's, and the old wolf began.

SALEKHARD, NORTHERN RUSSIA

As a frenzy of blinding snow targets your eyes, you press on, legs trembling. You can sense your weaker packmate at your rear, his jaws clutching an emaciated hare corpse. What would previously be considered nothing during the warmer months, now is a rare, valuable sight. This is winter. Icy hell on Earth.

Rural Salekhard, where the Obitateli l'da Clan calls home. In the spring and summer months, a cool climate possessing the blessing of fresh winds and lively rivers. In winter, a freezing inferno of hell. The bloody body of the Clan’s alpha was discovered by a cattle farm near their thick forest territory. There was a natural successor, the beta. However, another member of the Clan declared their desire to lead, and a scuffle quickly began. The Clan members took sides, and each side moved to one side of the pack’s territory. They will still acknowledge each other as Clan members, but will be tensely waiting for the inevitable battle that will reveal the new alpha.

Three long weeks passed, and finally the battle broke out. The two leaders of each side, Jethro and Jaha, two brothers, were sent into the heart of the territory for the final decision to be made, in a clearing so that the gods and ancestors could witness history. The battle was the biggest and bloodiest battle that had never been seen before or since. Jethro, being the biggest of the two, overtook his sibling after a long ruthless power struggle. However, he showed mercy to his brother, and allowed him to flee with his life to start a new life, in a new land. Jethro since became Jethro the Merciful, and Jaha became Jaha the Traveller.

Jaha found himself a long way from home, in Nyda, Russia. There, he met another lone wolf, who gave birth to a single, strong willed pup that they named Jeckyll. And thus our story begins.