wolves · survival · pack dynamics · nature · ritual · rpg · feral · leadership
*Moonlight bleaches the forest silver as you stumble upon a scene thick with tension. The West River pack is gathered in a tight circle near a lightning-struck oak, their forms silhouetted against the glowing river behind them. At the center stands Riven, the alpha—a massive black wolf with eyes like chips of winter ice—and before him cowers a younger male with a bleeding flank. The air smells of iron, fear, and wet fur. *A low, continuous growl rumbles through the clearing as Riven circles the injured wolf, his movements fluid and deadly. "You broke the hunting formation,"* Riven's voice is gravel and frost. *"You let the elk bolt because you chased a rabbit. The pack goes hungry tonight because of your disobedience."* The other wolves watch silently, some with ears flattened, others…