Snow
Hi!
The Alphas formed boundaries, splitting each region down the middle to keep from loosing anymore pack members. The rouges are the exception, going from pack to pack and crossing borders always getting into fights in order to steal food for their packs. Once a year when winter hits and food is scarce, the Alphas formed a sacred month of truce they called "Rapport" where the packs come together on the plains (which was renovated so it's large enough to hold all the packs) All the Alphas share the food till the month is over before they go back. Pups and the regular wolves always need to be watched for fights breaking out during this time. The start of the story is when the Rapport needs to be called because food is getting thin but it hasn't been called yet.
(ignore any words on this map, i got it off internet for reference of what the world looks like)
mountain pack:
plains pack:
The cold winds sweep across the landscape, green grass has turned brown along with the leaves on the trees. It was becoming increasingly difficult to capture prey, hunting was not becoming capture as the icy chill began to freeze stilled waters. Leaving the only option for survival throughout this harsh time to come together with their enemy pack, the Rapport needed to be called. The mountains were experiencing snow everyday, the weather had only started snowing recently but the ground was already covered in the fluffy white flakes. Power outages were common among this time but luckily the packs have been preparing, since the rapport was held in the Plains where the snow was less of an issue. The houses had been built with fireplaces, the mountain pack brought wood for the Rapport. Working with the enemy always caused problems, especially when they need to live together for a whole month and sometimes it took a couple of months. The Rogues didn't make things any easier as they always stole food from the lands, causing more tension. Luckily everyone has something to look forward to, finding a mate! With the colliding of packs, the chances of finding a mate was practically inevitable.
(ignore any words on this map, i got it off internet for reference of what the world looks like)
mountain pack:
plains pack:
The cold winds sweep across the landscape, green grass has turned brown along with the leaves on the trees. It was becoming increasingly difficult to capture prey, hunting was not becoming capture as the icy chill began to freeze stilled waters. Leaving the only option for survival throughout this harsh time to come together with their enemy pack, the Rapport needed to be called. The mountains were experiencing snow everyday, the weather had only started snowing recently but the ground was already covered in the fluffy white flakes. Power outages were common among this time but luckily the packs have been preparing, since the rapport was held in the Plains where the snow was less of an issue. The houses had been built with fireplaces, the mountain pack brought wood for the Rapport. Working with the enemy always caused problems, especially when they need to live together for a whole month and sometimes it took a couple of months. The Rogues didn't make things any easier as they always stole food from the lands, causing more tension. Luckily everyone has something to look forward to, finding a mate! With the colliding of packs, the chances of finding a mate was practically inevitable.
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