The wolves? Their howling? Don't be afraid. They don't bother with us, here in the forest. No. Those are northern wolves. Mountain wolves. They hardly ever leave their cliff, way over on that island...
The Mountain Territory
Far north, where wolves are larger and the winds bite colder, there is a secluded mountainous island. It's harsh, and cruel, but some wolves have escaped to this land. Running from an old pack, or from a dark past. Or maybe just settling in. They stop at these harsh peaks and try to make a living, after crossing a rather calm channel that connects the island to the mainland.
Where there are wolves, packs form.
Where would these packs be forming? Well the landscape is quite rugged, indeed. There are two mountains that dominaye the region. One huge peak in the North, North Mountain, and one in the South, South Mountain. These mountains are huge. One has a large cave on it's south side, with a huge ledge jutting from it. The other has a equally large cave, but with a smaller ledge, on it's Eastern side.
Watch your step, this place is a large, scar in the earth. Passing by, one can hear the shrieks of animals who fell into it's abyss. There's no way out. Sometimes it glazes over with ice and snow in the winter, creating a deadly trap for an unlucky soul who walks this way. Like the rest of the island, vegetation is sparse. It's mainly large boulders, and these do make good sunning areas. Not just for wolves, prey like rabbits and snakes will try to catch the suns glancing rays here. But be careful! Snakes bite.
Rabbit Ears Peaks
At a glance, you may think this place is crawling with rabbits. Wrong! No, these peaks are so named because from a distance they look like tall rabbit ears. I'm reality, this cluster of peaks are rather sparse. Mountain goats, ibex, and bighorns wander around looking for food, prey that can only be taken on by a strong pair or group of wolves. Crevasses and caves line the slopes, some death traps. Small streams trickle with icy cold water, that's frigid to the touch.
This lake is shrouded with fog. But, it's the safest place on the island. Deer gather here silently, prey drink. It's calm, free of crevasses and the ground is even. The surrounding high territory makes it a sheltered, windless valley. The water is delicious, and perfect for swimming in the summer. Over the Winter it freezes over, and is a fun place to gather. It's an unwritten law that the lake belongs to all and no one. No pack or wolf can claim it as theirs.
Here for once the ground is soft! This peninsula is covered in springy grasses, and all summer and spring it's wet and moist. Rabbits do live here in some numbers! Hunting is decent, but there is prey. All winter, the grasses stiffen as all the moisture freezes and creates rock hard soil. In winter, this place becomes desolate and rabbit populations dwindle until the warmer months return.
The Southern Hills
These are milder hills, with much less elevation than the others on the island. They are more like hills, and much easier to live on. Deer roam the hills with the mountaineers(ibex, goats, sheep, Ect). There are fewer crevasses and caves, and the paths are much smoother. Many newcomers settle around here, if they get the courage to leave the shore.
Broken Spine Peaks
These are the most ragged of the peaks, looking like a jagged, broken spine of earth. But that's not all there is to it's name. Many wolves haven fallen to their death, breaking their spines against the jagged rock. Only experienced wolves travel here. There are only the best adapted of hooves animals, and almost no vegetation. Crevasses are all over, and some caves can go on forever, making it easy to get lost. This is no safe haven.
Great Tree/Ghost Pines
Hardly any trees grow on the rocky island, so this grove of pines is special. No, it's sacred. There are many tales that lost spirits gather here, and that the dead walk among these trees. To hunt here, to sleep here, is a daunting thing to the wary or superstitious. Wolves avoid it. And past these pines, a great willow stands. This tree is quite old, remnants of a different time. And gigantic. It's truly magical to see. Like the lake, this place belongs to no one, and everyone. It cannot be owned by any creature
On a clear night with a round, full moon, you can see it. The island. Tiny, it doesn't seen like much. But it is. A small half circle of trees encompass a meadow. Though there are no deer, squirrels, rabbits, birds, and other small prey fill the place. No one has reached it- yet.
When entering the mountain... Follow the rules...
You enter as a lone wolf, age 2 or up.
No packs form right away, I will tell you when packs can start to form
Only two packs can form.
No pups until I say so
No pregnant wolves till I say so
One character per person
Follow Eves rules
Written descriptions only, no pictures
Literate rpers. Please do 4-5 sentences each post.
Don't kill or seriously injure any other characters without their permission
Be realistic, hunts take time. No climbing into trees, no easily killing prey, no perfect wolves
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