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The Silver Bow Basin has always held wolves. As per most populations of any animals, the numbers of the wolves have risen and fallen with the times. A high number of caribou would result in a high number of wolves, while a bitter winter would usually end with a few less in the packs. In the recent years, the Earth has been kind to the Silver Bow packs. Kind enough for them to spread out far, rarely running into each other. Peace was rare, as there was always skirmishes, alliances forming and crumbling much like the river banks. As of late though, and uneasy feeling has fallen over all of the packs. Almost like something is impending, a certain doom for all the packs. Some call it nonsense, claiming that the others just always need something to worry about. Others, however, note the odd weather patterns of hot and cold. Freezing one night, and warm the next. None of them know why the hair on their napes stand on end, but they will surely soon find out.
The Silver Bow Basin is a vast landscape. It would have to be in order to support the wolf population it holds. A river runs through the centre of the valley, although it is never immensely deep, as the dam at the top holds back almost all of the water. Humans built it ages ago, but it has since been left alone. The dam is what brought the basin into existence, as it stops the water from flooding the valley. The valley moves into others, as they basin is situated in a mountain range that was created by the same river many years ago. The wolves have since spread out, although most of them have grown up in Silver Bow, and never venture out of the valley they know and love. The valley is often fertile, bringing enough prey up to sustain the populations.
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This is a semi-lit/literate wolf roleplay.
