Rocky cliffs stand on its edges, hard to climb but providing useful defenses. The island sits in an almost bowl-shape, a strange coincidence of geography. At its heart is a now-dormant volcano, and in between rock and mountain sits a lush forest. The island is large, and not many know if its existence. The species that live on it are particularly specialized, although small and not enough in number or ease of hunt to support a pack. Mist often shrouds it in different parts of the day, giving the illusion that it disappears, at least to eyes that don't know what to look for.
as dark as my soul