Long ago, when the forests were silent and the sun had forgotten how to rise, wolves wandered without purpose—driven by hunger, ruled by fear.
But one wolf walked differently.
His fur was black, streaked with earth-brown, and his eyes shimmered like dreams—soft, glowing, otherworldly. His name was Loki, and he listened to the silence the world had forgotten.
He did not lead. He gathered the broken, the lost, the outcast. Without words, he brought them to a ridge where a glowing tree pulsed faintly beneath frost: The Spirit Tree.
There, Loki howled—not to conquer, but to awaken.
And the sky answered.
The first dawn rose. The fire returned to the world.
Those who stood with him became more than survivors.
They became the Dawn Guard—a pack built not on power, but on purpose.
And Loki, the dream-eyed wanderer, became their quiet flame.
Scarce Understory [Dry]
Large Branch Decor