Crookedtree Pack

The Crookedtree Pack

This high in the mountains, the crisp air smells clean and fresh, the wind a brisk gust in your fur, the trees twisted and shrunken from harsh winter snows. The howling of far off packs resonates from mountain peak to distant mountain peak. As you tread a narrow path up a steep gorge alongside a trickling waterfall, so choked with fallen boulders that the water creeps under and around the rock, the crisp scent of glacial water ahead lures you on. And yet, your back feels more than just the warmth of the setting sun. As sure as jackrabbits in spring, you know you are watched as you enter the territory of the Crookedtree Pack.