The Wolves of River Black

By the time you realize you're lost, it's far too late.

An eerie fog is cast over the forest. Your legs are tired and it feels as if you've been walking for days. Darkness surrounds you, and the only thing to light your way is the occasional flickering of the lightning bugs that flitter through the trees. You are cold, hungry, and tired. You wonder if you'll ever find your way back to civilization - or if the alligators will claim you first.

Eventually, you stumble into a clearing. What greets you here is the sight of human structures, rickety wooden buildings that look as if they're close to falling apart. You realize that you could take shelter here, and your heart fills with hope… until you hear something rustling behind you. Then somewhere in front of you, then to your left, your right - everywhere. You freeze in place, your heart pounding. Suddenly, you are surrounded, and whatever is behind you comes closer. You haven't yet found the nerve to turn around.

Deep in the swamplands of the American south, there is said to be a pack of wolves living in the remains of a derelict summer camp built on the basin of a river called River Black. They live in the hollowed out buildings left behind by the humans who once lived there, decorating these spaces with the blood and bones of their prey.

Is this where you've found yourself? You don't have time to think about it for long. One of the creatures steps into your view, and you are greeted with the sight of a large, pale wolf. He has adorned himself with trophies; a fur mantle that is not his own rests on his shoulders. A necklace made of several bones makes a strange, almost musical noise with every step he makes. His face is decorated with the fangs of fallen prey, tied together with string and draped over him like a grotesque mockery of fine jewelry. His black eyes analyze you, before he bares his teeth, his muzzle splitting into a grin.

❝Welcome,❞ says the wolf as he stalks towards you. You begin to back away, but are forced to stop as you hear growling from the wolves behind you. ❝My name is Splint... but you may refer to me as your Alpha.❞

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