
Deep in the lands of the tundra, known to humans as no-mans-land, a large pack of wolves keep a five hundred mile wide stretch of barren land in check, hunting what little game they can and keeping loners out without a problem. However nothing is as it seems. The pack was only recently shifted into the hands of it's new leader, Dark, and he's simply just learning how to cope with the loss of his father and the responsibilities of running a pack as large as his. Between the pups and the elders, he's got to keep everyone alive and moving, which is not so easy to do in the tundra.
The pack faces many challenges, the cold winter months of darkness which bring scarce food and hotter tempers. It's hard to survive when there's barely enough food for themselves, but they also have to compete with Polar bears, the tundra's natural inhabitant, angry and searching for food for their cubs. Then there's the foxes -the Tundra's equality to Coyotes, the only difference is that they're far more intelligent, creating their own small packs and taking down smaller prey and stealing what small amount of food the wolves have.
The warmer spring months bring challenges to the pack as well, bringing hunters after the bears and after their precious caribou during migration time. Early spring brings long, warm days to the pack, melting a majority of the snow in the areas and welcoming what small amount of greenery that grows in the barren lands, and the prey that follows with it. Hunting is not as hard as in winter, but it's still quite challenging when you're competing with multiple other predators. With spring also comes pups, as late winter was mating season. Pups in the pack seem more likely to survive in the warmer months, growing to become young adults by fall and valuable pack resources by winter. With the thawing seasons comes an entirely new problem, flooding. The pack has always, for nearly fifty five years, lost a pack member to the rushing runoff waters down where the pack is usually located during the winter. It's inevitable, however it's usually a younger, less experienced one. At the end of summer, the pack gathers and leaves the safety of camp to hunt the migrating caribou, their food source for the entire winter, so an unsuccessful hunt is not an option.
Loners do not come and go as they please, most are hunted down and killed once acknowledged, but who knows, you may be able to get lucky. However living alone in this unforgiving wasteland is not an option, you're either with the pack -or dead.
The pack faces many challenges, the cold winter months of darkness which bring scarce food and hotter tempers. It's hard to survive when there's barely enough food for themselves, but they also have to compete with Polar bears, the tundra's natural inhabitant, angry and searching for food for their cubs. Then there's the foxes -the Tundra's equality to Coyotes, the only difference is that they're far more intelligent, creating their own small packs and taking down smaller prey and stealing what small amount of food the wolves have.
The warmer spring months bring challenges to the pack as well, bringing hunters after the bears and after their precious caribou during migration time. Early spring brings long, warm days to the pack, melting a majority of the snow in the areas and welcoming what small amount of greenery that grows in the barren lands, and the prey that follows with it. Hunting is not as hard as in winter, but it's still quite challenging when you're competing with multiple other predators. With spring also comes pups, as late winter was mating season. Pups in the pack seem more likely to survive in the warmer months, growing to become young adults by fall and valuable pack resources by winter. With the thawing seasons comes an entirely new problem, flooding. The pack has always, for nearly fifty five years, lost a pack member to the rushing runoff waters down where the pack is usually located during the winter. It's inevitable, however it's usually a younger, less experienced one. At the end of summer, the pack gathers and leaves the safety of camp to hunt the migrating caribou, their food source for the entire winter, so an unsuccessful hunt is not an option.
Loners do not come and go as they please, most are hunted down and killed once acknowledged, but who knows, you may be able to get lucky. However living alone in this unforgiving wasteland is not an option, you're either with the pack -or dead.
























