the winter had been harsh- unforgiving, even. and yet the padurea pack endured,
certain that a bountiful spring would come, stirring awake once dormant life. but
it never came. they waited with bated breath, and yet the winter continued. ice
and snow claimed every crevice, and the pack began to question if spring would
ever return. it was then, on the night of a blood moon, that the shaman received
a message. the four wolves of disaster, legends from stories passed from generation
had returned, turning the world into an eternal winter. they grow stronger every
day, and if they are not stopped, the world will turn to a lifeless body of ice and
snow. the only hope of stopping them? well, the gods have chosen four wolves to
hold the power of life, each an opposite to one of the four horsemen. will the pack
discover these wolves, or will the world crumble into an icy hell.
