[ Somewhere far away from the borders of the known packs… beyond the Great lake and the mountains ]
The wind howled across the steppes like a wounded beast,as a pair of feet walked forward in long strides, carrying Autumn along. She was dragged across like a piece of rag,only to be hurled on the back by the one carrying her once they stepped into the region where the wind carried with it the scent of iron and wet earth .
At the border of the territory, a warning sign stood as clear as the fading day.It was a gruesome marker for anybody who even dared to think about trespassing.These territories were sacred areas... For the devil.