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Most newcomers seemed to hold little interest in speaking of their past. Whether they were running from something, or simply looking for something new, the past held no wonders for the wolves he met that were newly entered into this world. He was a little surprised at the level of discard in her words for her old home. He hoped he was making something with the Armada that left his wolves proud to be a part of it.

“Boreas is what we call the mainland, there are small islands dotted about the shorelines, and then a land mass smaller than this one to the South that we call Auster. There are currently eight packs in this world, with none in Auster. My advice would be not to tread on any borders you don’t wish to join” The Warlord remarked with a mild smile. He himself had taken over responsibility for trespassers in the past. One of which still stood in a slave rank in his roster.


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