The lands of the North are cold and wild. Tree-walkers worship her mystic trees, the Iron Folk camp and hunt on her shores, wolf packs roam her fields, Witches keep the balance between man and the wild.
But that balance is no more.
Something evil has disturbed the gods. It has driven Skovling and wolf alike southward. It burns, it kills, it leaves nothing behind.
Man and beast wander the earth in hope of refuge.
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