We are the strongest of wolves that will mark our spot where ever we are; tracking the sense a fear. Created from many of generations, only grower more stronger and stronger, we have witnessed everything, killed everything. Never wanting to be held back from a fight that was not meant to be.


"Lay down in the willows, my dear. Do not come out unless I tell you too." The effeminate curved her cervical vertebrae inwards as she paced herself forward and trotted off in the shadows. As the blanco hued damsel sniffed the oxygen picking up the weakest of scents---allowing her fores to step harder on the terra firma, her auditories perked forward as she came across on fallen brute. "Why hello there." Her vocals were stern and strict sounding; sitting down on her haunches she awaited a response from him. 


The muscular brute sat up swiftly as he noticed the smaller damsel placed in front of him, he curled his caudal vertebrae around to his fores lifting his maw somewhat in the air, before answering back. "Hello there, miss." His Scottish accent flowed out of his maw like a eagle soaring through the air. He was quite informed that this damsel was much more powerful than the brute himself. 

Our Pack has survived generations of new bloods trying to bring them down. Our ancestors were born in the most harsh of environments, in the blizzards of snow. One was born different, then others. Her name was Charette Zeve. When she was born her size were much bigger then her brothers and sister's. The leader of the pack, thought she could bring hell down upon the world sent out of the pack. She never knew why. Born an outcast, Charette was barely alive. As she trembled through the thick snow, she prayed everynight, everyday. Until one day, when the blizzards stopped. She looked around only to see clear skies. Shaking off the snow from her fur. She looked down onto a sheet of ice, wiping it slightly with her paw, she soon realized why the others outcasted her. Her face wasn't normal. As she looked closely, she could see, there was no fur on most parts of her face. She looking at herself in horror, she looked down finding a dead canine. Removing it's skull, and breaking off the bottom jaw, she placed it ontop of her head, covering her face. As she grew older, she slowly turned to the dark side, playing with dark magic. As she grew stronger and stronger she slowly developed horns. She eventally created a male using her magic. Darker in colour, together they mated, creating Jackel and her now mate. As time past, Charette gave birth to many. Together to create this now pack. In honour of her, we all wear a canine skull mask.