For as long as time remembers, the wolves have been here, protecting the Void. Other creatures have come and went, but the wolves have remained unmoving in their quest to protect the Void until the end of time. Those who wrong or misuse the Void will die by their teeth or their power, blessed and great are the wolves of Calling Forest!
But there is an origin somewhere, known and recorded by Archivists over many centuries. Once upon a time, several packs of wolves, one northern, one central, and one southern, accidentally all met at this mid-point between their global ranges. The territory was abundant and perfect, save for the strange, massive, emanating cavern deep in the earth. Occasionally, they would hear a deep hymn coming from this depth, as if some ambient, longing, whale song.
Finally, the alpha of the central pack agreed to investigate and descend into the bottom, when the alpha returned many hours later, they placed a paw on the dead rabbit one of the gathered wolves had brought back to eat, and brought it back to life with their very touch, allowing it to flee. From this moment, they realized why the prey was so bountiful, why the forests were so lush and perfect, why they felt so energized and strong in the presence of the forest.
The Void had blessed them, and it had given them a choice.
Since then, the wolves have protected the Calling Forest from prying and power hungry paws and hands and talons alike, and the Void continues to grace them with it's power and kindness.
What's inside is forever unknown,
as only the Sovereign and the Shaman may know of it's touch.
Nothing major has occurred in recent times, about a year and a half ago, Basileus became the Sovereign, and has of course, done a fantastic job thus far. The Calling Forest maintains it's peace and balance!
But there is an origin somewhere, known and recorded by Archivists over many centuries. Once upon a time, several packs of wolves, one northern, one central, and one southern, accidentally all met at this mid-point between their global ranges. The territory was abundant and perfect, save for the strange, massive, emanating cavern deep in the earth. Occasionally, they would hear a deep hymn coming from this depth, as if some ambient, longing, whale song.
Finally, the alpha of the central pack agreed to investigate and descend into the bottom, when the alpha returned many hours later, they placed a paw on the dead rabbit one of the gathered wolves had brought back to eat, and brought it back to life with their very touch, allowing it to flee. From this moment, they realized why the prey was so bountiful, why the forests were so lush and perfect, why they felt so energized and strong in the presence of the forest.
The Void had blessed them, and it had given them a choice.
Since then, the wolves have protected the Calling Forest from prying and power hungry paws and hands and talons alike, and the Void continues to grace them with it's power and kindness.
What's inside is forever unknown,
as only the Sovereign and the Shaman may know of it's touch.
Nothing major has occurred in recent times, about a year and a half ago, Basileus became the Sovereign, and has of course, done a fantastic job thus far. The Calling Forest maintains it's peace and balance!