While you wander through a valley, your paws slip over loose stones, sending your body rolling as you tumble down the high ground. At the end of the hill, you see a quite small wolf approaching you. You're still recovering from the fall, yet your eyes notice that their fur glistens like a star. Their scent brings you reassurance, but honestly they smell like wet grass.
"Hello," she greeted, her vacant eyes drilling into your skull. "You took longer than I thought. I am Vashtka, the heart of everything that feeds on this stream." A few seconds of silence passed, making her sigh quite loudly. "I'm the former leader of this pack."

You nod as she walked by you; a cold breeze is trailing after her like a mist.

"You are in our territory," She declares as she strides along the river bed. "My souls must recognize all those who wander, or in your case stumble, across their sacred place."

The tawny wolf glances back at you, signaling for you to follow her. "Follow after me," she demanded, "I certainly hope you like water."

Yjienwo and Vashtka were two young lovers that always lived apart from each other. Their bodies couldnt meet as a deadly river rushed along the border of their pack's territories. The rapids were too powerful to push against, the rocks would shatter bones with a splash. They couldn't meet, and they knew it. Yet, one day, the desire flooded their bodies. Yjienwo had his soul taken, while Vashtka's heart went missing from her ribs.
Yjienwo, being controleld by his possesed soul, sprang into the river without any hesitation. He was able to make it halfway, but then his body sank beneath the water on his own. He no longer had a soul, therefore he couldn't scream or cry.
Vashtka's heart sank with her love. She, now without any trace of him, crumbled on the shore. She wept for countless seasons, whilst her tears slowly flooded the river. The one where her love now slept. Her weeping exceeded the water level, shaping the previously murderous loud rapids into a lake. A lake of grief and sorrow.
Vashtka had nothing. . . except her soul. She ripped it to pieces, forming new creatures off of those parts. Wolves marched out of the Weeping Lake. The new canids were now the soul of her pack, born to protect the lake where their lying father's soul shall rest until eternity.

THE FINAL HOWL
Though discussions, conversations and opinions can be formed, the leader's howl is the ultimate one. No wolf shall disobey their commands, and if one does, it will be punished until eternity ends.

CLEASING
The wolves fully believe that by washing their pups a month after they are born on the Weeping lake their souls will be protected. If a wolf, after being bathed by the sacred waters, gets ill, hurt or dies, the pack considers them to be a corrupted part of the rapids that once killed Yjienwo, therefore a danger to their future.

INTERACTIONS
Most (but not all) wolves in Weeping Lake pack are quiet and reserved. They believe sharing too much can open cracks for the corruption to flow inside you, therefore making you unworthy of forgiveness. But don't mistake their silence for rudeness, they have huge hearts!

DO THEY DRINK FROM THE LAKE?
The only wolves who are permitted to drink from the Weeping Lake's precious water are the males. The water purify their bodies, avoiding getting corrupted by any desires that might turn against them.

PAIRING UP
When a bond is formed, the pair will bathe on the lake for the whole night. If considered a true worthy couple, the water will cleanse their bodies, minds, hearts and, of course, souls. If the lake frowns upon the pair, both of them will drown.