A new Wave and a Quest.

A lot happened that night along with the festival. Despite it being an event that evoked happiness and chased away evil eyes, but still, evil found its way into the lands.

The annual hunt was ruled as a ceremony for all shifter wolves and thus a compulsory celebration. Shifters observed the tradition no matter the size of their pack. And while they all hunted joyfully, another group of wolves did the same.

But, rather than hunt common animals, these ones hunted wolves. There was no way to differentiate the howls of pain from that of excitement, unless one listens with keen ears. And secondly, no one particularly had time for that.

A group of menacing creatures had also descended upon unaware wolves in the forest. Hairy four legged creatures smelling like rotten corpse with reddened eyes and humongous teeth that looked worse than normal rogues.