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No one knows, precisely, when the pack originated. It is old, perhaps one of the oldest packs in Telk, predating the memory of all who currently live. Before the current members, there were others like them -- other strong gammas, other sly omegas, other God Alphas mastheading the beasts of shadows.

Perhaps they were born from myth itself. For so long as there have been wolves in these lands, pups have gone missing...wolves have disappeared, or been murdered in the night...and howls of sorrow and rage have filled the air. In the pain and superstition of the tales spoken amongst wolves, shadowy demons took form. Perhaps, fueled by tales, the first of these apparitions stepped out into the world fully-formed, a ghost made flesh, the carnal image of collective fear.

Or perhaps they came before the tales.

Perhaps before there were stories...before there was myth, and legend, and whispered warnings to stay close to the den...the hunters already prowled in the darkness. Before language and civilization and time itself, they were there, lurking, waiting, biding their time.

Only one thing is certain. The Shadowclan have lived for an eternity - and though, sometimes, their presence may seem to fade, they will never disappear entirely.

Legends cannot be killed.

The Shadowclan greatly values its privacy, and so has chosen its territory accordingly. Few wolves dare to venture near the swamps and crags of Shadowclan land -- and especially not those who have heard the rumors that the land is haunted.

The terrain was formed by an enormous glacier that once swept over the land. At its edge, this glacier left a compacted moraine of dirt and rocks, which forms the territory's northern border. Few wolves have any desire to cross over it. Bumped up against this moraine on the western side of the lands is a lake, fed by a thin river. In the spring, the whole western side of the territory turns into an enormous swamp. A foolish wolf can be sucked under if he isn't careful. In fall, the flocks of waterfowl that land there during their migration are so thick a wolf can run through with his mouth open and catch dinner.

The eastern side of the territory is drier but not much friendlier. There, the glacier left enormous stones, and little but scrub grasses and berries grow. The wolves make their dens among a collection of drumlins and kames, protected from the wind that tends to tear over the land. Near the dens is the meeting pit, an area surrounded by stone where the pack gathers when called.

There is a theory that the earliest Brotherhood wolves developed their unique ability to blend into shadows as compensation for the relative lack of cover in their natural territory; with so few large trees, they must work doubly hard to fade out of sight.

Territory Images
Having a difficult time envisioning the pack territory? Here's some images for your reference. (all images taken from google and are for reference purposes only)
The northern border }|{ The marshy territory during the dry season }|{ Scrubby trees and undergrowth on the western side of the territory}|{ The marsh during wet season }|{ The eastern bank of the marsh }|{ Eastern half of territory }|{ Example den sites }|{ The meeting pit