The Outcast

Exiled rightful heir to the Western Lands

My father was a king and the son of kings. Wise, strong, and fair. In the lands where I come from, the air smells of ash and gunpowder, burnt grass, and under the paw pads, unexpectedly, there is moist fertile soil. The sun-scorched land continues to yield harvest, and in the depths of the sparse forest, deer and roe deer roam. In my pack, those called the Exiles have not been born for a long time. But then I appeared. I live and was born for the well-being of my family. My ability to appease both Gods and Humans bears fruit, and thanks to me, the wolves of the Western lands live carefree. I am a messenger of the spirits, and my fate is eternal wandering in search of totems for worship. It is for this reason that I, the only son of my father and the rightful heir to the throne, left on my own in search of answers.