... The Land Where Paths End ...

You venture through the riparian, coming to know every little branch of the river, the blessing of this special forest, and only then did you know of this special recluse. A lush-looking spot between two sparse streaks of river, it seemed welcoming and even tempting to settle in. If you step in...

Don't.

You will never return.

A wolf gazes at you from across the river, their eyes an indescribable abyss. sharing their story, one you'll never know the meaning of, but you will pass on through your pack... but which pack?

Spoiler
Where paths end. It might seem like a creepy name, but perhaps, it isn't so bad at all. This land... most wolves don't know what's so creepy about it. The land is unusually dark, looking perhaps a bit scorched as well, but something, something's just wrong. It whispers to you, the shapes of the tree's branches, though normal, were never so disturbing. The rustling bushes, although their sound is just like in any other land, was never so unsettling. Maybe it's because you've forgotten what they were like, elsewhere... And then, you're just trapped. Something, an invisible barrier, is holding you back from the rest of the world, across the rivers, forever secluded to this one spot. Those who make it out... they are special. Usually those who were always supernatural, stranded here by accident, where their powers leave them, but ward off the strangeness of this place. Those that present themselves as... studs.

But some... some who come here, are enticed by its beauty. The bonds here are so strong, joy conjured from the air, almost, that it tingles, warped, with the same magic that make this land cursed. Perhaps only in a land so cursed, can wolves learn to love each other. A paradoxical cycle, one that may be vicious for some, but perhaps, could be called... healing. Healing you, if you're ever blessed with leaving, never looking back upon this land again, so that you will never get overwhelmed by a normal world's less tumultuous life. And perhaps, you'll never even dream of leaving, when you see the friends you've made... You'll always be blessed and cursed, stuck in this little island of reality, so tightly knit together, sharing your souls. Only death will release you.

Every wolf that comes will meet the leader first, who nobody knows the origin of, in such a magical place. There, they will be renamed, a name sometimes random, mingled, but is connected to their heart. In a way, it's like being inspected, every bit of your soul found for what you known for, gazing into your past. And then, when you wander across to the main den, the wolves you meet are like... lifelong friends. Were you destined to be here? Was it for a purpose? Or were you forever fated, at your start? All sorts of wolves are here, few that seem like many, for all sorts of reasons, different lives. Almost forcibly stuck together into what turned out to be stronger than any other.

But you may ask, how did we start?

It was all unknown. Our first, a mysterious lunar wolf named Ash, gathered her friends and lived a fairly normal life with her pack, all until the end. Where she was greeted by a dark shadow who changed her forever, while exploring and foraging for food. That day, she vanished for no reason, along with most of her pack, who panicked and dispersed into the wilderness. Some made it and lived a normal life, others were found dead by the border. The only ones left, were two green wolves. The first, Tranquil Grove, was something so mysterious, yet so charming, nobody knew and would know him ever. He was the natural weaver of souls, and so he became the leader, ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴏʀᴇsᴛ, ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴛᴀʀs. The other, Earth, was fishing in the river border when it shut all souls in, and so gained limited ability to leave. But something was destroyed in the process, and ᴏᴠᴇʀɢʀᴏᴡɴ ᴡɪsʜ was never the same. His overgrowth... he was the only soul disconnected, yet never able to connect elsewhere either.

All we know here... is that we live, and will die. What might happen, we don't know.
The wolf's gaze suddenly turns excited, a wolf who had never seen an outsider. They look at you expectantly.

> Join them...
> Walk away...