Incendium

Welcome, stranger, into our realm. Tread carefully within our lands, and take nothing that does not belong to you. Wrong us, and you will soon find that the very flame that kept you warm will burn you and all you love to nothing but ashes to be blown away in the morning breeze.

Our pack thrives in a cycle of life and death, in fire and ash. We protect these lands as much as we reign over them. Our realm lives and dies with us, fluorishes and burns with us. Stay and rest your paws, traveler, but beware our wrath when thoughts of malice cross your mind.