Heirs of the Sun

"...chasers of dreams... seekers of truth... protectors of life and knowledge."

It's dark. Lifeless. No stars speckle the night sky, at least, none that you can see. The mountains block the light of the full moon - only a faint silver glow can be seen behind the tallest peak, alighting its jagged edges. Your paws hurt, your legs ache, and your stomach growls; you've been walking for so long. You pause at the tree line, gazing up at the tall pines, and stretch out your neck to sniff the air. You can smell the scent of another wolf here. Several, in fact. Maybe it's a pack?
"Greetings, Traveler." A growl, low and serious but not quite threatening, comes from behind you. You spin around to face the speaker and see that this large male isn't the only one who managed to sneak up on you. Your eyes flit to the female beside him before returning to his gray and black face. Your first instinct is to run, but the male senses this and takes a step back in an attempt to calm you. "Fear not our presence, small one." His voice is a mere rumble in his throat, still formal but taking on an amused undertone. "We will not harm you. How have you stumbled upon our territory? We do not receive many visitors."
You manage to squeak out that you are lost and looking for a place to call your own. The female beside the speaking wolf bares her teeth as if prepared to tell you to get lost, but the male snaps, "Silence, Illska," with a steely yellow glare in her direction. He turns his attention back to you, the anger in his eyes gone as quickly as it had arrived. "I am he who is called Frœkn, leader of the Heirs of the Sun. We are the chasers of dreams, the seekers of truth, the protectors of life and knowledge. Our tasks have been given to us by the Sun herself, and with it, our power." The depths of his yellow eyes flicker briefly with the likes of something ancient and mysterious. "And if you have managed to find us, then perhaps, She has sent you to us."
Without so much as a glance in your direction, Frœkn stalks past you, and Illska follows. The shadows seem not to touch them as they step into the underbrush, instead creeping away as they walk. "Come, Traveller. Be lost no longer."
Knowing you have one only opportunity to follow them, you pick up your paws and hurry after them. The walk seems to last no longer than a few minutes, and you follow Frœkn into a small, moonlit clearing. Wolves raise their heads to watch you as you pass, their eyes wary but curious. Frœkn glances at you over his shoulder. 
"Welcome to the Heirs of the Sun."