.:: Silver River Pack ::

- Out on the verge of the rest of our lives tonight -

Deep in the mountains, where the wild things live, there is a river. A river that shimmers like the moon itself as it arcs across the starry night sky. Its waters are brutal and unforgiving, but around them life finds a way - because here be wolves. They are masters of the peaks, as strong and swift as the rapids they are named after. Nothing goes by in the mountains that they cannot take advantage of; it seems as though this is the place they have been looking for ever since they dispersed from their birth-packs. Their leader is Goshawk, a huge monochromatic male with stern, commanding eyes the hue of pine who watches over everything alongside his beloved mate Heron; they are the rulers of the Jagged Tooth Range.

The pack is small. But what they lack in numbers, they more than make up for in determination and strength of heart. Goshawk, Heron, and their companions Sandgrouse, Bluebird, Kingfisher and Osprey - these are the members that made up the group as they travelled from the ghost town of Lost River.

Not all can go well, however. Mere days after the wolves laid claim to the land, the aroma of other canines became evident - they had rivals. An equally small group, calling themselves the Mooncrater Pack and led by a snow-coated female named Snowfall, instantly made their presence clear with obvious border marking and constant howling. The uneasy truce they have lived in so far is beginning to fracture as both tensions and packs grow, with each needing more and more space. Will peace prevail, or will the bubbling tension between the Mooncrater and Silver River wolves boil into full-blown war? No matter what happens, Goshawk will defend his land until his death; and so will his family.

And so the story starts. There is a strange scent in the air; the winds of change have begun to blow.

For they are the pack of the Silver River, and they are home.