" The Mountains are no place to raise a family," whispers the Wind. It is the eternal destruction and only constant companion to the towering peaks, having been the harsh arctic blast hailing down the mountainside against any untried heart. "Only warriors and Death," and the Wind, carrying all, would know. Voices in the Past warned the earth's silent sentinels were unforgiving, merciless, relentless. The Old Ones speak of survival of only those who are cold and hard, like their begrudging Shelter, as true Sons and Daughters of Winter. It has been many seasons since the Old Ones saw, and more since they have listened, and in their Wisdoms they speak a Truth which some Sons and Daughters begin to question as wholly true. There are those who look to their Lupine Path, Sons and Daughters of the Moon, who see the Mountain as something unfeeling, and it is the Heart of those within the Mountain that make it relentless. "To survive in the North, to live atop and within the Mountains, We must learn. We must adapt. We must be strong, but more importantly, we must be smart. " The Wind was right about one thing: The Mountains are no place to raise a family. "We must be Pack, and together we will survive. " | 
