To the Lycans of the lands

If the moon sets your teeth on edge
and your temper runs hot when it rises,
you know what's stirring.

You're not broken.
You're not alone.

There's a fort west of Sibayad.
Howler's Rest.
That's where we gather.

We're a Pack.
We hunt together.
We keep our own in line.

If you carry the change, come.
If you don't - but feel it calling - come anyway.
Strength and loyalty matter more than blood.

If you come looking for trouble, stay away.
We don't start fights.
We end them.

Follow the wind west of the desert jewel.
You'll hear us before you see us.

If this sounds like you,
find us.
Ulvric Wolfhide, Packleader
Violet Ashenbourne, Kin-by-claw

       Day 1, Month 8 (Elasias (Highsun)), 188 AR
       Ulvric Wolfhide