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"We are the accolades of the higher ups, to be in our divine embrace is a welcoming taste. finer than any morsal, sweeter than any fruit, follow our ways our rules and ambitions and only then will you thrive."The Council
Wolves who have died and reborn into vessels of Higher gods, born to guide and aid mortal wolves and Alphas who rise to lead. The council are not unkind but they are Stern when it comes to their Higher ups, to be welcomed among their ranks is considered the Highest honor among them and a dream that only mortals can wish for.
A tall Hyperion tree serves as a passage to the councils realm, a tree as dark as coal with gnarled roots that extend far into the ground lies in the heart of the camp, it's long branches adorned with leaves that never die even in the harshest of winters. When close, you can hear faint voices of ancestors and gods alike who are just on the other side of the realm, only those invited by the council may find that passage and cross safely, but crossing over too many times is said to take a small piece of one's soul, after all; it was meant for those who've long passed. Not mortals who wish to flee from life, the greatest gift they have.