The Enshrouded Outskirts
The gently sloping terrain of the Sky Eaters' territory serves, every morning, to aid the fleeing condensation as the sun burns it out of the blossoming foliage. As the mist tumbles down, it forms trails which all culminate in a river of heavy fog that wraps around the borders of this territory in a cold, pale embrace.Here, the most dedicated of wolves will wrestle and train. Those who wish eventually to claim high-ranking positions will, here, be battered, bruised, and molded over time into the perfect vehicles for conquest.
Here is also where scouts gather, as the location is convenient for the whispering of information away from the prying ears of larger areas. It is also closer to the faraway uncharted lands than the leaders' secluded chambers or the hunters' dry copse.
As it is farther from the heart of the territory, leaders will only skulk here in their most desperate hours - for a righteous last stand... or a newly budded scheme.
Whichever that is, the keener of the hunters have trotted past the most delicate of rumors, like rotting autumn leaves twisting in the air. Could it be true..? Is Abyss, their dedicated Lead Wolf, really wasting time in such a place as this?